In the year 2005 I resolve to:
Damn, I'm practically at a standstill as it is.
These are a little cheaper. I said "a little."
They Say That Rock is Dead, totally by Jae. All that arcane, hypermeaningful, labyrinthine emotion? Yes. Also, my favorite picture of JC ever:
Every year JC gets more inhuman, and Lance doesn't mean that in a bad way. Frankly, he's in awe of JC. JC walks into that house, the last to arrive, wearing leather pants and black glam boots with stiletto heels and glitter in his hair and his same old wire-rimmed glasses, and he looks sort of European and sort of like something out of Bladerunner, and the air is suddenly full of strange music, and the cloves-and-ripe-roses smell of JC.
God. Oh, god. Yes.
When are the author reveals? Waaaaant.