Moments like this...

[winterlive]

I wish I vidded.

Because Logan Echolls = Eminem, and I love him them. *writes storyboards stories in my head*

In other news, I made a shiny new friend out of yesterday's spree of comment stalking: robanybody. I got to playing in entrenous88's journal with her, because of her stokin' Supernatural icons, and then it turned out she liked Constantine and Buffy and Tom Waits and I about died. Rhys/Kitto!! Merry Gentry's magic pussy! HA HA HA!!

Just goes to show you, kids: do random comment spam. Comment and comment and comment, because you might just meet up with someone who belongs in your hive mind. Yis.

Go leave an anonymous confession with the_devil. You know you wanna. (Don't mention me.) (Or Stoney.) (I might write you something.) (This offer still stands for people who know me IRL and want a story about Angels.) (Or anything else.)

Ooo! Also! I was late to work this morning. Stupid TMI. So I'm staying an extra hour after to make up the time. I very seriously hope I have content to do - this thing where I do nothing all day, it's fun, but I feel... bad? I dunno. *omg when work ethics attack* But on the plus side, I have teh moneys, and I'm gonna buy me a DVD burner. Someone's gotta hook it up for me, though - maybe I abscond with madikai, or hit up sanityimpaired. I am also having problems with my POS mouse, so some assistance would be useful, yis. *looks cute*

Dana, I have a tag for you. Ruby, I have nothing for you, because I am waiting until we sync up again. Feel free to mock me. Kitty, I... am staring at you. From afar.

And this is long, but it's all different and I'm not cutting it! Ha! Hi, everybody! How're you? *squish*

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[idyll.livejournal.com]

Joaquin isn't sure he heard right but no matter how many times he replays the words in his head, they stay the same. His lips twitch and he tries to hold the laughter in, but he can't. It sputters out of him, a short burst of incredulous hilarity, and it's really not that funny--no, wait, it is. He's hard enough that he could cut through steel, and he might just offer up his firstborn to dive back into that sweet mouth, and Seth wants to talk about--

"Taxes? Football?" Joaquin gasps out when his laughter eases away, leaving him grinning, still forehead-to-forehead with Seth, happily amused by this guy who may not be a kid but is still kind of a boy. A delectable one, at that. "But, yeah," he assures Seth and pulls back. "We can slow it down. Sit here for a bit. You got a talking topic better than taxes or football, you bring it on up."