I had a really long dream last night. It involved my father saying to a woman over the phone, "oh, you think if a woman gets her elbow touched, she's been raped!" and a deeply touching romantic relationship between Frodo and Samwise. There were things about vicious trees, and eventually *NSYNC became involved. I said to someone, "No, you don't understand. Your name is supposed to reflect the ideal form of you." and then woke up, suddenly, completely.

I've been ftping like a motherfucker. I mentioned this last night at work, and a guy asked me for the url to my site when I get it done, and I said sure-- and then it occured to me that I write erotic stories about nsync. Remember? Oh, yeah, that's right. So, I guess . . I never really considered being, like, known for that around the workplace, y'know?

But, whatever. _I_ find it delightfully quirky.

Speaking of work. I have to go.

But when I return: a transcribed *NSYNC interview, because I'm feeling nutty; quotes from the book I'm reading, Tales of a Punk Rock Nothing; and more adventures from ftp land.

Love, y'all.

--Alestar
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JC: "Hey, I was just genuinely curious! It just came out all wrong."