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Writing, bay-bee!!!
So that's what I'm doing, writing. That and cutting my freakin' nails 'cause they'd gotten too long to type without annoying the hell out of me. Whee! Fingers are flying now - I love typing right after I cut my nails. Weird, I know.
JC/Chris! Makes me happy and squirmy. And how about that little thing on MuchMusic when Chris leaned right into JC's face, and JC turned around with that sexy little voice, "How you doin'?" Once again, the JC cuteness has caused my ovaries to spontaneously go into overdrive. And Chris! I love him more every time I see him. As Strandia warned me beforehand, JC was adorable in this. It's absolutely ridiculous how long and loud this man makes me sigh. *sigh*
So I'm listening to Stone Temple Pilots, Sour Girl, specifically. I love this song. This tune always makes me think of Sports Night, because I bought this album the day before I discovered the Sports Night archive, and spent that Sunday reading everything in the archive, with Sour Girl set on repeat. All day, no kidding. I love this song. Love me some Sports Night slash, too. But that was before I became consumed by *Nslash. I'm a fic slut.
Have been reading other peoples' journals today, and writing. Tried to make a graphic for the work in question, but nothing's clicking. My title's obscure enough - Yes! Another fic wherein I managed to come up with a title before writing 'the end'! - so now I need a kickass graphic. I bitch and moan, but I luuuuuuuurve it.
Getting pretty chatty here, so I need to trundle my ass back to my Word program. Mmmmm, I smell someone's flowering tree through the window, and it smells lovely. Did I mention that it's hell degrees here? I hate summer.
JC/Chris! Makes me happy and squirmy. And how about that little thing on MuchMusic when Chris leaned right into JC's face, and JC turned around with that sexy little voice, "How you doin'?" Once again, the JC cuteness has caused my ovaries to spontaneously go into overdrive. And Chris! I love him more every time I see him. As Strandia warned me beforehand, JC was adorable in this. It's absolutely ridiculous how long and loud this man makes me sigh. *sigh*
So I'm listening to Stone Temple Pilots, Sour Girl, specifically. I love this song. This tune always makes me think of Sports Night, because I bought this album the day before I discovered the Sports Night archive, and spent that Sunday reading everything in the archive, with Sour Girl set on repeat. All day, no kidding. I love this song. Love me some Sports Night slash, too. But that was before I became consumed by *Nslash. I'm a fic slut.
Have been reading other peoples' journals today, and writing. Tried to make a graphic for the work in question, but nothing's clicking. My title's obscure enough - Yes! Another fic wherein I managed to come up with a title before writing 'the end'! - so now I need a kickass graphic. I bitch and moan, but I luuuuuuuurve it.
Getting pretty chatty here, so I need to trundle my ass back to my Word program. Mmmmm, I smell someone's flowering tree through the window, and it smells lovely. Did I mention that it's hell degrees here? I hate summer.
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that's soo weird, cause when I first heard 'sour girl' I listened to it on repeat all day, too.
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One other tune I did this with was Dolphin's Cry by Live. When I bought The Distance to Here, it was the only CD I listened to for about four months.
I'm listening to other stuff now, 'cause once I buy Celebrity, it'll probably be the only thing in my CD player for awhile! I'm just weird like that.