Cupid Bow Mouth

Pink Linen and White Paper has been nominated for a Kinda Gay Award for Most Heartwrenching. Although, I am under no illusion that it will win, I think it's a really sweet thing to know that someone liked the fic enough to nominate it. It's also old as dirt, so it's really nice to know that somewhere someone is still reading it. :)

You can check out the other noms here: Kinda Gay Nominations

Even better, people are still discovering the Jossverse and they're just as excited by it as I was way back in the day. I am defs glad about that.

I wish that I were making pie with tkp RIGHT NOW! Possibly in Argentina or the Swiss Alps.

Just to confirm that I am a big old dork. You know, just in case you had forgotten.

I have Spin class twice a week. It's a pretty brutal workout. I started taking them about three years ago. January 8th was my first day back after a hiatus from the gym that lasted October through December. I gained 10 lbs and have since resolved to lose twenty-three.

So, as I huff and puff and swear my way through class, when I am convinced that I'm going to give up and walk out at any minute, when I am absolutely positive that there is no way that I'll survive another hill climb and my legs are desperate to slow down AND I've resorted to mouth breathing -- I have a mantra. Two mantras actually. I say to myself "What would Buffy Do?" No not really. Actually what I recite to myself, sometimes out loud when things are really dire and I'm exhausted and asking myself why the hell do I put myself through the torture and I should just go home and resign myself to lovehandles and a beer gut, is "Strong Like An Amazon."

Thank you Joss for that line. It's gotten me through many a spin class, not to mention weight training and 45 mins. of cardio on the elliptical machine.

Fandom, you too deserve a big ole thank you! Most especially Zara Helma for writing that one Connor fic back when the Five Things Challenge was shiny and new. Because when I'm racing to the finish line, imagining all sorts of people waiting for me on the other side -- Friends, Family, tkp, chrisleeoctaves, thawrecka, diochrony (bet you guys didn't know you were an active part of my workout routine) -- then I chant Fitter. Happier. More Productive. I know it's a line from a Radiohead song, but I never would have known of it's fabulousness without Zara Helma. It's an inspiring line even if it's context within the song and the fic aren't always.

I really need to get T-shirts made.

If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.


I should very much hope that you know who you are!

I am baffled, confused and otherwise clueless. Love and all of its attendant emotions irritate the crap out of me because I just don't get it. Not to mention that I totally dislike the knotty, heart-skipping, skin-crawling, spine-tingling-ness of crushing on someone. I don't like to like people like that. It's not fun. It's not cool. AND IT MAKES ME IRRITABLE.

John Cusack in the rain, remember him? Well, I saw him at Fourth of July and he gave me puppy dog eyes and I just didn't want to even go over to talk to him, which I barely did, because dude, he hasn't called not. one. time. since Sin's birthday in May. And YET! He stands by the stairs and asks me as I head to the bathroom if I'm coming back.

Yeah, right! Move over, boy-o, you've been replaced.

And yet, and yet! This is the guy who totally declared his affection for me in the freaking RAIN! How much more teen-, chick-lit can you get! I'd have to be completely cast iron not to respond. And I did. And then he never called. Not that I really care because I didn't really care for him anyway. It was the moment!

The guy that I do like. The sax player from San Francisco, newly moved to Oceanside, is so VAGUE that it drives me out of my tree. The thing that I most adore about him, his passion for his music, is the same thing that I find annoying. I can feel the interest, but he gets SO distracted that I usually wind up feeling stupid because I can't tell if he's paying attention. And yet. And yet, he IS interested. I can feel it and I've been told by more than one person and when he does focus on me, he really FOCUSES. This is fucking crazy cause now, I'm all: No, more Mountain Dew, I've had enough! And there is no reason that any of you should get that reference and I'll explain it to you later!

So, then I'm over it and I move on, at least I think I do. But then something comes up where someone mentions him or randomly I think about him, and good grief, then I'm obsessed all over again. And if I see him, then all I want to do is crawl down his fucking throat. But he's so intent and shy that I don't want to scare him, so I can't even be my usual ballsy self. Because usually I DON'T CARE. But this time, this time ... I could really get my feelings hurt.

This sucks.

Love sucks!

I HATE YOU LOVE! I really, really do ...

What is up with the TBS commercial for the LOTR trilogy?

I am so in love with it!!

Sam and Frodo to the song 'Secret Lovers'!! TBS knows what's up. I tell you!

OMIGAWD!!! I am so full of love for you guys right now! I have no clue why! I am poor, my house is in a shambles, I have neither cable nor internet hooked-up, my cat is driving me out of my tree, and I'm fifteen pounds overweight. BUT!!!!

I love you guys.

I do.

This is, I'm sure, inspired by glossing's Apnea and moireach's The Ballad of Lenny and Carl and my currently unfolding Tara/Beth fic that's sweet and shy and going to turn into gods know what. We're also having record weather here in SoCal. 90 degrees yesterday, 87, I think, today. Grey's Anatomy is repeating today and swy!

And I love dafnap, and thawrecka, and kormantic, and chrisleeoctaves and ... oh, everybody!!!

So, Happy Thursday.

I am in love with Guy Pearce.

That is all.

Pigskin and I were having one of our whirlwind around the world and every subject discussions and briefly touched on the joy of recognition and appreciation. With that firmly in mind, I would like to extend warm fuzzies and admiration:

( Tucked Behind the Tag for Length )

In other news: Anton Sikharulidze needs a haircut and when he does, I think, he should donate it to Kurt Browning. I love Kurt Browning.