I can't stop STARING at it. I can't stop STARING at it and thinking "DAYUM, they're HOTT!!" I can't stop STARING at it, thinking "DAYUM, they're HOTT!!" and wishing so MF bad that me and my friend will get our busted asses to NYC and Lance's New Year's bash.
Dat's right. My friend is trying to get me to spontaneously hop on a plane to NYC and hit on Lancers at his parTAY. (Note: She's a Chris fan, she's jus trying to help me get dat albino so that I can get me some Mississippi lovin' baby! AWWW YEAHH!!) Seriously, I dunno. Karen wants me to put my life on hold so we can run wild in New York and try to snag the man of my dreams? Sounds like a no-brainer. I KNOW yer all rooting for me to get out there and do it.
I just don't know. I gotz friends and relatives up in New York, but just up and go? The practical, responsible says "HELL NO GIRL! You got obligations and you can't afford it!" The rest of me is DYING to get the hell outta Michigan for a change.
So what does all this have to do with you? Absolutely NOTHING. I just needed to vent, work out my pros and cons. I'm like Brit and will do this often. If you don't like it, TOUGH!! I didn't FORCE you to go ahead and read this. The picture up there is nice though. (Can someone tell me when this'll hit newsstands? I didn't see it at work or anywhere else yet.) It's a good sign. *NSYNC plastered on the Februrary 2001 issue of Teen People. It's a sign from God, an omen...well okay, maybe not, but what a great way to kick off the new year. Being at Lance's party is an even BETTER way to kick off the new year. Ugh! I dunno. I'm tired. I'm cranky, weird and random when I haven't slept. Here's another pic for you:
