"I'm not sure of what I see (you best don't fuck with me), are you telling me this is a sign?" - Justin Timberlake singing with Charlie Wilson on Snoop Dogg's Signs
Originally posted on my LJ, but I like it so y'all get it here (heh, it's like I workshopped it first)
Come See Me In New York
"Come see me in New York," she said, with lust in her eyes.
A kiss on the cheek became a kiss on the corners of the mouth became tongues intertwined.
He sung along to Little Red Corvette in her ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared directly into his eyes.
Her friend looked on, yawning. She pulled away but continued to dance. The Cars That Go Boom directed her movements. Her hips shifted in rhythm with his.
His hands went where they always seem to go on a woman: her stomach. She wriggled and giggled. He said, "We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom."
Her friend yawned again and theatrically checked her watch.
"Do you want to dance over there?" she asked, pointing towards his friends sitting at their table.
He nodded and they went. Her friend whispered something in her ear.
She made her goodbyes to everyone else and then turned to him.
"Come see me in New York," she said, with lust in her eyes.
His lips were the only answer he could give.
I love:
Project Runway (and specifically, Kara Saun)
Rachel Nichols on espn (although, I don't love the way she says ESPN)
The Al Franken Show
World Zone and XMU on XM Radio
Breathe by Fabolous
Vitamin Water
Audioscrobbler
Jessica's neck
Today's Papers on Slate (which is why I'm biting its style on LAist)
President Boxer
Diesel Sweeties
girls with slingshots
The Power of the People
American Idol (and giving up the shame I used to feel for saying that)
Haiti by The Arcade Fire (or the pharcade phire if you're an obfuscated girl)
Resident Evil 4
Nip/Tuck Season 1 on DVD
Low Culture (which is probably my favorite blog on the planet)
Sean by Aya
and you.
Always you.