Distractions

Okay, I'm too lazy to look up the name and number of the CSI-eppie that was on last night. Judging by Nicky's hair, it was somewhere midway season 5;) It worked wonders to take my mind off things: the jaw-clench of determination? Awesome. The chocolate sweater and then the fresh blue stripy shirt? Guh. But best of all was his delivery of the episode's last line. ( It beats every punchline Grissom ever said. )

Pahrumpum.

It makes me happy

I want to thank everyone who replied to Monday's cry-post: thanks for the support. Your kind comments made me smile through my tears. Sadly it's not in my best interest to go into detail about The Talk. (Though I would love to rant about it) But it wasn't the end of the world, even though I felt like it was. I am doing a little better now and am processing everything that was said, but I'm going to need some time to deal.

At least my back is doing better...

More good stuff: I found an awesome CD this afternoon, shamefully cheap (1 euro!) but trust me when I say this music is worth much more: it's the Best of Terrorvision! Let me convince you by confessing to the song I love the most. It's called Tequila and even though I don't drink alcohol *cue shocked flist - "must defriend her NOW"* and I usually have issues with lyrics that praise its consumption *flailing flist rushes to definitely defriend* I can't resist singing along with this song. It could be because I think singer Tony is the cutest thing (especially when he's dancing!) and I adore his accent, but I say it's the curse of tequila;)
( Salt, lemon and lime time! )