After an extended weekend at home ...

I return. During this time, I have acquired:

• one cellphone, courtesey of my parents, which I will have to either give back or pay for when I get a job;
• one mouse, courtesey of my brother, which lived in his drawer for two weeks before I dioscovered it and offered to take it to my place and give it a decent home;
• two magazines, courtesey of Nette, which I reacted v. teenybopperish to.

Anyway. Where'd all the chatgirls go?

Writing again

Weeee! Finally, the block has gone. Go me. It's chatfic, but still. It's U2 slash, so it's making Nattie happy. :D It's all the fault of this pic. And of Nat being supportive, let's not forget that.

In other news, I've a job interview Friday. For - of all things! - a gym.

And after that, it's *NSync weekend on MTVEurope. This once again reinforces my conviction that my muses own MTVEurope.

Stoof

Finished the chatfic. I rock. Also, quotes.

- I bet we could make the cat shizo if we wanted.
- Twice the cat, half the mess.
(My dad and brother)

I press one fucking button and the fucking thing's broken.
(My brother, re my cellphone. He was being proud.)

I'm not here for your amusement, you're here for mine. And stop throwing things at me!
(Johnny Rotten)

Egads, they couldn't have made those boys any gayer than if they pushed 'em down to the bed and held them there. And it's not a good thing.
(Nette, re S Club 7; IRC)

If you're gonna be Britney, you gotta go all the way. With everyone.
(Amatia; IRC)

<pout> Michael Stipe looks better in a skirt than I do.
(Nat; IRC)

* Natlet goes all goo-y from about six directions.
(Nat; IRC)