And now, from the WTF? Files?

AKA: Melle should be kept away from PhotoShop:

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Going through the work inbox, and have decided that any email starting with "Dear Sirs" is not worth my time. Hey, you want my attention? Address an email to "Dear Sir or Madam" or get the fuck out of my inbox!

Sigh.

I have stuff I could say here, but I really just wanna crawl into a corner and die right now.

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*takes off bra* Grr, I think my body's doing that thing again where it changes almost a cup in breast size over the copurse of one mentrual cycle.

Stupid hormones. Stupid femininity. Stupid nature. Stupid PMS.

PSA

Lance Bass is a hot bitch. Rowr.

(Edit: I repeat: Lance is a sexy bitch! Look at those motherfucking hips! Picture by liz_w. Thanks, chica.)

Also, Chris and Justin? So in love! Want to go home and watch that thingie again that Silvia sent me yesterday, where they're aloof and looking at each other and looking away and I'm sorry, you were expecting coherence?

Um. *eyes PhotoShop* I'm going to be slaughtered for this.

Still in a pissy mood. But at least I'm now amused and incoherent.

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( Ehehehehehe. Um. There be rats, here. The *-T*wn kind. )

Recc Time!

(Edit: I have a pimpin' icon! Wheee!)

I tend to do these things one author at a time. Be patient, grasshoppers, and your time will come. :) Today's featured author is Lucy! Who already has a few recs up at my page.

Lucy -- Once
Joey gives Chris one chance to rock his world. Mmm, Europuppies.

"Okay," Joey said, setting a bottle of beer down in front of Chris. He put the other on the table in front of his own seat and sat down backwards in the chair.

Chris had been picking through a pile of empty peanut shells, looking for any elusive nuts that he might have missed. "Okay what?" he asked, distracted.

"Okay you and me. I've decided, I'm giving you a shot. _One_ shot to rock my world," Joey said, holding up a single finger. "Tonight's the night. Let's go."

Lucy -- Hate
GSF without the S. Yeah. One of my favourite *NSync stories ever. Because they all hate each other so much! Heee.

"My turn?" Joey asked, rubbing his hands over Chris' biceps. "Cool. I hate Chris."

"Me?" Chris squeaked, and turned around. "Why me?"

"I don't happen to agree with C," Joey shrugged. "You're not too annoying to hate. You're just annoying _enough_. "

Lucy -- Trouble
Er, another one of Lucy's GSF thingies. Would be on here for the summary alone: "GSF: In no particular order (and I may have missed a few): TimberTrick, JoLa, Ch/JC, JC/Ju, Jo/Ju, JoLaJu, Ch/JC/Ju, Lamblove. Dead!Chris, Virgin!Justin, Sex-ay!JC, Blushing!Lance, Butch!Joey. Doo dah, doo dah." Delightfully funny boystory.

"I was thinking," Justin continued. "Maybe you and me and JC - "

Chris died.

"Chris?" Justin asked. "Chris?"

Joey looked over. He poked Lance. "Chris is dead, again."

Lance looked over. "Justin, did you kill Chris?"

Justin looked at Chris. "I didn't mean to. What should I do?"

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So I was gonna be a good girl and clean some more tonight, get through the rest of my Trunk o' Doom, but then Linz called and asked if wanted to go see England-Paraguay in the pub, and hey! Social life! Much better than cleaning. Will just have to clean extra hard tomorrow and Friday. :)

Also. In puppyshelter, dacey said:

Then someone in the audience yells something and Justin points at her and says, "Hey, don't judge a book by its cover." Dina asks what that means, and Justin gets instantly embarrassed and looks like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar because he just knows he shouldn't have reacted or said anything back to a fan (and certainly not an audience member) but he stammers out, "Well she w...was...talkin' bout my man's dreads."

qsdjfhqsjdflhqskjfdh!!!!!!

MY BRAIN IS EATING ITSELF FROM THE SQUEE!

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You answered "yes" to 83 of 123 questions, with a total value of 133 points out of 189, making you 29.6% slash pure (70.4% slashcorrupt); that is, you are 29.6% pure in the slash domain.

This surprises who? :)