Aw, man. (I will never be able to watch the Toy Soldiers vid again, now. Ow.)
So the interview meme is making the rounds again, and I'm never one to pass up a chance to talk about myself, so.
( From Dae. )
( From Ruth. )
Okay, you know the drill, leave me a comment and I'll interview you, then you post the answers in your LJ and do the same for others. :D
Gayest. Thing. Ever.
Jezus, Em, if you're gonna be a superhero, pick someone a little more straight than the Boy Wonder, please?
Oh, ye gods in heaven! Sil is writing girl!Em? *dies of lust*
Okay, I'm better. And all of this almost makes me wish I had another Em bunny. (Shut up, Beth, I said almost. I don't need more bunnies, and I don't care if I "owe" Em a relatively happy fic. :p)
Spent all weekend pondering deep ponderings about class and social environment and their influences on our lives. Have seriously rambled about it in in-progress email to Ruth. Must rewrite email sans stupid ramblings.
You know you're bored when drinking tipp-ex doesn't seem like a bad way out.
Somebody talk to meeeee!
So now I just have to write the scene where Justin does that watching and thinking thing and if all goes well I'll clock in at 1,000 words. Sounds about right.
I'm not sure wether I want to post them all as I go along or in one go.
(Edit 01h20: *finishes story, slams notebook closed, lights cigarette* HA!)
EdgeMuse is still admiring the purple-heart-sandals. Gah! The voices in my head are crossdressers! Eeeevil!
I hate you, brain.
In this story, Lars is tough and cinycal, Jason is withdrawn and angry [and a smartass!], James is an asshole and Kirk is ... not much, yet. Then there's Em and Fred, and Justin, who can't decide if he wants to kick or kiss James' ass. Decide, Timberlake!
I have a headache. Home, painkiller, shower, carnival. Then maybe more write.
Anyway. I did a google search for Em-n-Fred pics, and this is what I found. Muahahaha! This is far, far too amusing.
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