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As part of the VMA thing MTV is playing all the previous VMA performances, I've had it on all morning, and may have just bolted from my chair to watch Backstreet when they came on. Hell I did bolt, how could I not? Everybody is one of the best songs ever, and man, they looked good. Growling am I sexual like that and doing that body move. Good grief! Drooling and answering hell yeah was involuntary. Kevin looked gorgeous, I prefer him with long hair but he was wearing this shirt that would ride up when he was dancing. Now I don't know about anyone else but as good as a naked chest is I love flashes or bare skin just as much. When he showed off his stomach by putting his hands in the air he broke me.

Writing wise I didn't hit my target, mainly because James needed some e-mails writing for jobs. Man, they're boring to write and we did a lot, hopefully he'll get some replies. He's at work today even though it's a bank holiday and Corey's out so I should get going on this damn story again, I sort of left them in a tight spot last night. Lance missing presumed dead, JC and Justin barely alive and Chris is turning into a Marty Stu! Normally there's no way I'd do that but it's supposed to be clichéd. At least I hope it is. I have visions of posting this damn thing and being cast from the fandom. Get out and take your implausible plot and Marty Stud with you. I'm thinking Lance is a jinx in my stories. The last thing I had so much trouble with was the JoLa for the Joey ficathon. See, Lance again. It's his fault!

I suspect I need to go to the doctors tomorrow. My appointment's not until Friday but they said go back if things got worse, and they have. Which is pissing me off because I'm doing what I'm supposed to. Plus, I just don't want to go, which is childish sure, but before this last month or so I hadn't been to the doctors in years, and now look at me. There on a weekly basis. And I'm whining so I'll shut up and make the appointment. I signed up for the nifty internet appointment system last time I was there. You can only make an appointment on the day you want it at our doctors and you have to phone at 8:30 to have a chance of getting one. At least this way I just book myself in which is cool.

I just have to remember one good thing, at least I'm not dead like Lance ;)

ETA: OMG. Best typo ever. I may just leave it *g*

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There's nothing like spending an afternoon with a friend talking about sex. Where you've done it, who with, how, sex toys the lot. It also means I've found another person who thinks sex on the beach just isn't worth it. Too much sand getting in too many places. I also found out today that I apparently had a blazing row with mam on Friday and chucked her out of my house after James punched her, which is just, yeah okay *shakes head* It's been a day of finding things out really. That my brother's partner had her breasts increased on Friday and Lea is a Justin hater. I found that one out when she was checking out my Sync swag. She did tell me all about the concert though which let her off slightly. Five Star were there! Of course Kayleigh didn't know them because she's an infant, but Lea and I did so we reminisced a bit. I also interrogated them about Darren.

Now a plea. Will anyone read the first part of the damn trickyfish? It's uploaded in my journal in a private post but I'll set up a filter if anyone offers. I don't want a beta, just someone who'll tell me if it actually works as I've lost all perspective and I don't want to carry on if it's rubbish. It's rough, only the beginning is done and will change once my magic beta gets her hands on it, but I need someone who tell me if I'm on crack, because just now I'm on the verge of calling it badfic and scrapping it.

My hand has been held and I'm feeling a lot happier now :)