Last night, she said...

It's 9am here, which means its early afternoon in celli-Land. Hopefully, the morning passed without any bosses yelling at Celli. *crosses fingers*

I skipped class last night. It was caused by a combination of factors: police, Rob Lowe and flooding. (Man, that sounds far more interesting than my night actually was *g*) The actual story is that the police took a while witnessing the affidavit, and I stopped in at HMV to buy a new VCR/tape cleaner. (One of the VCRs seems permanently dirty, and I'm hoping it's just that the old cleaner isn't working anymore.)

I was going to be good - just stop in at HMV and then go straight to class - but Rob Lowe distracted me. Technically, a very wet picture of him on the cover of "Details" caused a sudden burst of mind-melting lust. So, I stopped, I flicked through it and lusted over the other pictures for a while. I'm tempted to write to the photographer (Dear sir, Thank you for dressing Rob Lowe in black slacks and a white cotton shirt, and then drenching him with water. I think I love you. Yours forever more, Annie.).

ahab99, you really want to check those pictures out. Huminaguh!

Wet Rob Lowe may be my favourite type fo Rob Lowe. The article looked interesting too. I dithered over buying the magazine, and then noticed it was $16. The magazine would have needed droolworthy pictures of Rob Lowe, Peter Krause, Josh Charles, Micheal Rosenbaum *and* Johnny Depp for me to consider paying $16 for a magazine. And even then I'd probably gripe about the cost.

So, I didn't get it, but if anyone comes across that article/those pictures online, please think of me and pass the link on. (Also, is it my imagination, or is David Bowie suddenly in the media a lot? elke_tanzer would probably know. I noticed like four ads/pictures featuring him in that magazine. Damn, that man is aging well.)

So, after getting distracted skimming through the mag for five mintues, I dragged myself off to class. And found out that due to flooding and water damage, floors 3-6 are closed to students. (This means the computer labs, the business library, and the floor my class was on, was out of bounds.) It had been reassigned to the main campus. I took the tram up there, and then realised it was all the way across the other side of the main campus (a 5-10 minute walk from the nearest tram stop) and decided to just forget about it.

Instead, I went home and Mum cooked us garlic mushrooms on toast for dinner. Mmmmmmm...

Oh, I also broke my glasses last night. The frames just snapped. As you can tell, it was one of those up-and-down nights.

(no subject)

I appreciate the boss being at the other office every afternoon, but this morning was just concentrated!Boss. The client was supposed to come in Friday, but called this morning to reschedule to come in today.

This meant I spent nearly all morning (after the ridiculously early 8am client appointment) with New Gal, showing her what to prepare and helping her organise it.

Thank heavens the boss is now gone. *sigh of relief*

Hmmm... I promised shellah fic. I'll have to think about it...

ETA: I communicate without *wires* or *strings*! Now give me some more of that tequila...!

Imagine yourself seriously off your face drunk, trying to convince the barman to give you another shot, and then check out the Random Brag generator. It's a total crack up.

They say a godzillion is the highest number there is. Well by God! I count to a godzillion and *one*! I weigh 23 pounds in zero gravity, *blow me down*!

SN Fic (Unbeta'd): Moping in Progress

Oooh, is shellah still awake? *looks around* Oh well, it's the thought that counts, right? (And, it's not as late as Celli's yesterday.) Written at work and unbeta'd, so it could be a bit dodgy.


( Moping in Progress )

(no subject)

You know, the Queer Eye "Pilot" ep was on last night. Is it wrong that I was watching and going "I want Carson's t-shirt"? Dude, totally cute orange t-shirt with "DORK" on it in dark red. I was sitting there and working out which skirt and shoes I'd wear with it too. (Or it could go with jeans and sneakers. That'd work.)

As we can tell I'm both:
a) Covering reception, and
b) Avoiding work.

Unashamedly GIPing.

Oh, oh, oh! *bounces* I have two new icons!

::

Don't they totally rock? (As does scrunchy, who made these wonderful icons.)

I can't explain it. I'm just *thrilled* with them. Dude, I have Beeker days. You know the ones. Where you try as you might, and you just have to accept the fact that you're the one with the funny hair, squeaking in the corner, and really hoping this doesn't all blow up in your face.

And, my new snarky OTP? Gives me the total urge to just snicker at everyone and everything. ("There's nothing like a good joke." "And that was nothing like a good joke!" "Eheheheheh.")

Okay, since I'm feeling incredibly thrilled by this, the first person to name the guys in my OTP can request tomorrow's lunchtime fic. (I figure that this way, it'll fight the timezone bias of not being awake when I offer.)

ETA: Oops. Forgot the reason I actually logged in to LJ. Just a quick pimping/rec for musesfool's Everybody Wants to Be Someone's Here which is just a lovely piece of Dana and Dan talking about subtext and sublimination. A gentle and touching piece full of the Danny-love.

ETA2: I can't resist. Dude, just looked at their amused puppet-faces!

Eheheheheheh!

Just call me McSpamity...

I can always tell when a new fandom has taken over by musical associations. Now, I don't mean song associations as in vid association, because that's something totally different. I mean like associating radio/CD songs with a part of fandom.

( For me, rambling about songs and SN )

And, while I'm randomly babbling about stuff that makes me write, my orphan line has changed!

I remember talking to Celli about this idea of an orphan line. It's a line of dialogue that I hear, that never makes it to fic. I'm never quite sure which fandom/character it belongs to (hence the orphan), but it'll get me started thinking about a fic as I try to place it.

My old orphan line was: "Are you in love with me?" (And extra special brownie points if anyone actually recognises where I used it. *g*) It worked well. It could be angry, or accusing, or gentle, or hopeful, or despressed. It could be Sam, or Josh, or Clark, or Lex, or Dan, or even Casey. Now, it's been used. It no longer just pops into my head randomly, demanding that I tell myself the story to explain it.

I've found a new orphan line though. "I want to you to bend over, spread your legs and let me fuck you." It's like... my inner romantic got hijacked by my inner porn writer. *blinks* It's odd. And not nearly as inviting.

I'm wondering if I just have to use that line somewhere, and then I'll get given a new orphan line... (And, eep, I'm swearing and using Beeker as an icon. I feel dirty, somehow.)