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The alarm went off at 6am, and yet, mum had to wake me up at 6.30am. I son't even remember falling back asleep.

Listened to Justin Timberlake this morning, because I needed something upbeat to get me going. Of course, I now have "What you got..." stuck in my head. (Which is not really a bad thing. It's one of my three fave songs from that CD. The other two are "Right for Me" and "Senorita", and all three make me wanna boogie.)

Checked the lyrics online and was highly disappointed to find the lines are actually "The way your body keeps moving, Is something that makes me weak". I thought it was "something that makes me writhe". Even though that word isn't used enough in popculture, it's a word that I consider sexy. I don't want Justin weak and falling over. I want him so turned on he can help but squirm in his seat.

Then again, half the sites also say it's "Too late to come or shy now". *snerk* From the tone of the song, I would have thought it was too early to come now. (The other half say "Too late to come off shy now" which makes sense, even if I thought it was "come all shy now".)

Yeah, I'm spammingyou all with random thoughts. Can you believe I get paid to sit here and... Oh, I'm actually supposed to be doing something? Fine. *goes back to work*

I only seem nice... *g*

Heh. Maybe I should be more careful of how I come across.

One of the team leaders (he doesn't lead my team because I work directly under two partners, so maybe I should point that out) mentioned that... okay, to make a long and boring story short, he got me to make a call, type up a letter and spend twenty minutes photocopying, to make an alteration for a client. Mind you, this alteration only helps the client if the Trust has a Tax File Number.

My reaction when I asked him about it? "If it doesn't have a tax file number, you suck, N!"

Okay, it was said in a joking tone of voice, and I know N understood it, but it caused one of the other staff members to hightail it out of his office, looking amused and a little concerned.

Heh. Okay, I'm still suffering a lack of politeness from yesterday's sleep deprivation. Sleep deprivation and getting drunk. They both make me friendly, and a bit rude.

Waiting for 5.30...

*hugs Friends List* Dude, I love you all right now. happyminion is giddy over finishing a fic and mecurtin is continuing with the deep and meaningful thoughts about SV. seperis waxes poetically about memories, about being young and those moments that stay clear in your head. iibnf has written Everybody's free to get a fandom live journal which everyone should read. You'll find yourself giggling at it, and then nodding and thinking that's so true.

(...I'm wondering if I should work for twenty minutes, or just write an SV drabble...)

Dudes, total self-indulgent overshare...

I was talking to someone about those painful, wracking sobs that show up in fiction. I can only remember crying like that once. I don't cry a lot. I do occasionally cry at movies, that whole self-indulgent wallowing in the tragedy of it all, and I used to cry "crocodile tears" when I'd get told off, but those were just... feeling sorry for yourself and angry that someone else is pointing out your faults, and they came far too easy, even when I didn't mean for them to.

The only time I really sobbed, was the night before my grandfather's funeral. I was talking about how it felt so... wrong to be crying, that it just felt so hard, that just being held was more comforting than anything in the world, and then... tried to explain why it felt wrong. I got all oversharey, and a bit emotional over it, so instead of posting this as a reply, I'm going to post it here. ( Totally self-indulgent overshare. Feel free skip. Also, feel free to sing while skipping. *g* )

YA rec

happyminion? I'm pointing this out to you, and hoping you'll pass it on to the other YA fans reading your LJ. Two Gentlemen of Rawley *rocks*.

It's long, and involving, and yeah, you want to have a few hours spare so you can totally indulge, but I loved it. I don't want to spoil plot, but there's Shakespeare and the YA group, and slash that made me happy. What I really love is that it's an ensemble piece that does a good job of capturing Will, Sean, Scout, Bella, Jake, Hamilton, Ryder and Finn. (And Henry, it does a good job of capturing that odd young-old soul, but he's from Dawson's Creek, not YA). It's not easy to really capture that overall feel, and this fic does so.

Of course, the plot is a little contrived, and it's not exactly *realistic*, but neither is the show, and I still sat back and enjoyed it for the fun romp it was. But, I have to admit, that I didn't quite expect the end when it came. Plus, there's a snide little crack at Dawson's Creek, and it features one of my bulletproof kinks, that odd innocence and confusion of teens making-out. *g*

Some of my favourite lines?

Will turned to Ryder. "You're pathetic, Ryder," he said with disgust. "Do you really get your kicks out of torturing freshman?"

Still cool, Ryder blew out another cloud. "No. That was just the bonus prize today. You know I prefer bigger fish." He glanced from Will to Henry. "Found yourself a new boytoy, Krudski? What will the senator's son say? Or is he off trying to win the Dean's daughter away from Batgirl?"

...

"Which is so bogus," Hamilton threw in. "Proteus is just trying to convince himself he has, like, higher reasons for doing the wrong thing. Further down he claims that loving yourself is more important than friendship, which is just total sh-- uh, crap. He knows what he should do but he's going to do what he wants to do. I mean," the Dean's son sat forward, "if you're going to do the bad thing anyway, at least be honest with yourself about it." He jerked his head across the room. "Like Ryder."

"Ta to you too, love," Ryder blew him a facetious kiss. "I think he should just shag both of them and be done with it. A charming little threesome, don't you think? Or maybe he should just get off the denial express and admit it's really Valentine's well-stuffed codpiece he's hot for. He's just using Silvia as a substitute." Then his eyes canted toward Will. "Though in this instance--"

(Ummm... yes, I just realised both quotes featured Ryder. What can I say? He's the guy you love to hate. *g*)

ETA: And I love this icon soooo much!

ETA2: Spent like half an hour trying to fix the LJ codes which went shockingly wrong. You know what had happened? I wrote "lj-user" instead of "lj user". Man, LJ's just being petty. *g*