*rubs eyes*

I'm tired.

It still amazes me that I can wake up in CA, walk inside a hollow metal tube type thing, fly through the sky, and sit on my couch in NY a few hours later. Though I fly often, I prefer it when my feet are firmly planted on the ground.

I have an OT3 icon. Though it's more of an "if I had to pick an OT3 kind of thing." Because I like the intimacy of pairing better. But, if I had to pick, there'd only be one choice. And I'd be happy to read some fic about it.

I am hungry. But too lazy to buy food. Hmmmmm. NYC. I bet places deliver.

Two parties this weekend. One on Friday for an birthday and fondu. One on Saturday for a birthday, dancing and, hopefully, beautiful men. But now I have an offer to go to Atlantic City for the weekend. And another party in Hoboken on Saturday. I certainly don't mind choices but I wish I didn't want to do everything. I think I need to make my decision by evaluating the "beautiful, straight men" potential at each event. (Because, really, going to the party hosted by the most adorable gay couple I know will be a hell of a lot of fun but not likely to help me get lucky. Although there will be an abundance of diva hips and fuck me hair.) Crap. I need Hermione's little turn back time device. Where's Dumbledor when I need him?

Lance is a judge on Star Search!

Weeeeeeeeeee! We've got Lance!

So, now I guess I have to watch Star Search.

Lance!!!

I love Lance!!!

Really, I do.

I love Lance.

I want to pet him and kiss him and lick him and love him and send him back to Chris all safe and sound.

I even went to the CBS website and entered a comment squealing in excitement about Lance. Really. Because I want CBS to know how happy they made me tonight.

This was one hell of a treat.

Laaaaaaaance!

"I'm from Mississippi. We know how to grow 'em there. You can tell."

Lance spam!

"It's all these southern women...these southern belles. So beautiful."

Lance-a-rific spamming!

Look at Lance's little smile!

His head bobs to the music.

The tire tracks on his shirt.

And the hotness.

"Range is incredible. You connected with the audience. Great performance. Four stars."

"Definitely. You've got the look. You've got the talent. Celine Dion's very hard to sing to. So I give you four stars."

Love. Him.

I have clearly been Lance deprived over the past months.

And my roommate's boyfriend came home with the Britney/Justin issue of "Star" for me. Nothing says, "I love you" like a Britney/Justin tabloid for your girlfriend's 'Nsync crazed roommate.