due south

i'm very happy.

after only three episodes, too.

la la la.

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is it really lame to have photoshop and paintshop? i was afraid of that.

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you can get fonts from gnutella. i may have died and gone to heaven. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

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i actually somehow forgot that i'd already eaten lunch? hm. okaaaaaaaaaaay. sure. and that said, i'm going back to bed. getting up at 8 am is ungodly, and the damn telemarketers can just give it up already. i think i've answered the phone more times today than i did all of last week.

food

the smell of dill pickles tickles my tastebuds awake and actually makes the roof of my mouth and the sides of my tongue hurt, but with this thin high skim of overexcited pain that's almost sexual.

mmmmmmh, oh.

creamy chicken and broccoli noodles with pickles. x_x

i crack myself up.

Kwirb X: your kidding?
cim thing: i don't own any kiddings.*

ref kmazzy

sad! sad! sad!

eek. it looked cute and it's sad. ::sniffle:: why do people do this to me?

the due south afterglow and the aftermath of a day of reading particularly good slash

you know, in the original superman tv show--from the 50s, on tv--i never liked lois that much either, but i didn't notice it. i wish my memory weren't so hazy; i just have vague memories of her being annoying. punk's characterization here seems spot on to me thus far (which is less than half, but eh). [edit: this story is getting more impressive, not less. it's all vague and dreamy and it makes me want to lie down and stare at the ceiling, and it's going on my recs page in just a moment.]

in other news, i made a lot of due south icons, and this one is my new one, and the others are up for grabs, if anyone wants one.

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oh. OH. livejournal, meet my new favorite story.

Lex is grinning beneath the shield of his hand and Clark wants to pull his arm down so the whole world can see Lex smiling, because Lex smiles more than his face lets on and like everything he does, he's very good at it.

[edit: "Clark," Lex says against Clark's neck, then places a bite there as if marking his place for later. ]