this might be the place

It is completely disgusting how dependent I am on the internet. While my ISP was busy being a total dick, I spent a few hours sullenly staring at the ceiling and going through random books on my shelves for grammatical errors. Then I watched some CSI and mentally put Greg and Nick in bed together. WOW MY LIFE IS SO EXCITING. I didn't even write! Or eat! What is wrong with me, I don't know. What did you guys do today? Something totally awesome, right? Right? Tell me all.


ps, I have no clue where this picture came from, but it makes me feel so much better about...everything. Ever.

Joe Flanigan wears plaid and kills people with his hips. I mean. God, I shouldn't have had to wake up to that this morning! I have no defenses against his slinky, jean-clad charm when half-asleep! Um, so, his hips magically compelled me to go searching for some better quality Thought Crimes caps this afternoon, and I pretty much died all over again. ( Here, I think you should die too. )

In honor of all this beautiful, beautiful Joe, I'd like to declare a week-long Flan Festival! What's your favorite Flan attribute? Is there one particular picture of him that makes you weak in the knees? Is there an epic poem in your soul about the curve of his chin just waiting to be set free? Would he be perfect for a certain role? Who do you not-so-secretly think he would have sexy, sexy sex with? Jules and I have decided John Sheppard (at length) because we are awesome and also completely porny, but maybe you disagree.

Let's hear it for the Flan, guys!