Group Month Recs
Wednesday, December 31st, 2003 12:05 amItem by Lesa Soja
Then the lists began to get more pointed. Common Misconceptions started off at arm's length with 1) Southern = slow and 2) Southern = polite, but quickly closed in on 3) Chris is funny, 4) Justin can sing, and 5) Justin gives a shit what you think. Joey erased the board that night and put Best Comfort Food instead, and that stayed up for a whole week.
A quick but clear glimpse at a miscellaneous bit of the time the boys spend together and the space they share. And a sucker-punch to boot. Ow.
I Know What You're Feeling For Me by Glockgal
Then Justin threw his arms around Joey and made him drop the six pack of Cokes. Bound to each other by little rounds of plastic, they toppled happily down the stairs. Justin stared and wiped his mouth surreptitiously on Joey's shoulder.
"Hey, man, like, that's like, gotta be metaphorical somehow."
Joey walked Justin in backwards. "Oh god. Have you been reading The Hobbit again?"
"I've been writing. Hobbits remind me of Lance."
Joey deposited the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and went back out to retrieve the Cokes. "If you say you're an elf, I'm gonna kick your solo-artist ass."
All their inter-group kerfuffles should be resolved just. like. this.
Then the lists began to get more pointed. Common Misconceptions started off at arm's length with 1) Southern = slow and 2) Southern = polite, but quickly closed in on 3) Chris is funny, 4) Justin can sing, and 5) Justin gives a shit what you think. Joey erased the board that night and put Best Comfort Food instead, and that stayed up for a whole week.
A quick but clear glimpse at a miscellaneous bit of the time the boys spend together and the space they share. And a sucker-punch to boot. Ow.
I Know What You're Feeling For Me by Glockgal
Then Justin threw his arms around Joey and made him drop the six pack of Cokes. Bound to each other by little rounds of plastic, they toppled happily down the stairs. Justin stared and wiped his mouth surreptitiously on Joey's shoulder.
"Hey, man, like, that's like, gotta be metaphorical somehow."
Joey walked Justin in backwards. "Oh god. Have you been reading The Hobbit again?"
"I've been writing. Hobbits remind me of Lance."
Joey deposited the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and went back out to retrieve the Cokes. "If you say you're an elf, I'm gonna kick your solo-artist ass."
All their inter-group kerfuffles should be resolved just. like. this.