So last night, offonmars, pink_charlotte, and I went to see NKOTBSB! We only found out that day that it was the last show of the tour (seriously, who ends a tour in London, Ontario on a Sunday night?), and wondered if there would be shenanigans.

And then this happened:

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Somewhat out-of-focus, apologies. I was distracted by all of the hand-holding and skipping that ( Read more... )

Bianca: "There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack."
Chastity: "But I love my Skechers."
Bianca: "That's because you don't have a Prada backpackOH, RYAN LOCHTE ( Read more... )

Ryan Lochte, HOW SO RIDICULOUS?! Honestly. ♥

Semi-relatedly, how about a rec for my favourite Phelps/Lochte fic? Tie My Hands by caelumi, which has all of the best elements of awesome fic: angst, angst, hot sex, a bit of ridiculous, more angst, more hot sex, and a happy ending. Yay!

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Completely unrelatedly, I told offonmars I would write out my "recipe" ( Read more... )

Ahahaha. So, okay. I got a new computer about a month ago (early birthday present from my mother, who bought it for me on Mother's Day), and when I set up iTunes again, it just automatically imported all of the iTunes-able stuff I had, regardless of where on the computer it was or whether or not I wanted it there. And I haven't gotten around to ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed about Alex James (mmmm), and this morning I woke up to MuchMoreMusic telling me Blur might be getting back together (yay!). In researching the latter, I have learned that the former has moved to the country to become a cheesemaker. Oh, ALEX JAMES. You are ridiculous, and every time I think I could not love you more, you go ( Read more... )