there was a young woman from boobville ...

All three female residents of this apartment thought it was enough of a waste when all we could see were the washboard abs. Then suddenly, there was SPEEDO.

I hereby amend my personal rule about how even if a guy looks good in a Speedo, he still shouldn't wear one. I think Kyan looks so good in one he should wear one morning, noon, night, every day in between and twice during Christmas mass. (And the first person to respond to this with any three-word sentences featuring "Kyan," "is," and "gay" gets trout-walloped into next Halloween.)

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Ooh, if it's Halloween, that that means it won't be so fucking hot! Woohoo!

KYAN IS GAY!!!!!

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1st-folio.livejournal.com

Who is Kyan?

C, tied to her desk upstairs and who has no life

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*gasps* He's on Queer Eye. Little Miss Slash Person, are you telling me you haven't see Queer Eye yet?

Kyan's the hottie grooming guy. Who apparently has a Little Kyan who pisses off all the other penises by getting on the amusement park rides without an adult.

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Is anyone taping Queer Eye? We don't get Bravo (even if I did get more than 20 channels of cable...). I did manage to catch the ep on NBC last week. I thought the interior design guy was the mega-hottie...

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Thom? Oh, Thom is just too cute. I love how snarky he gets as he wanders through these houses. It was the funniest thing tonight, because he walked into the bedroom and said, "This room is stupid," and he just sounded so petulant, it was adorable.

All of my boys are just too. Much. Fun. My offer to be their lowly serving hag is still open.

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http://users.livejournal.com/_redpanda_/

See, that's the funny thing -- only half the population of this apartment is female. *G*

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ficangel.livejournal.com

Random unrelated note: your icon scares the HELL out of me.

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anxietygrrl.livejournal.com

If you could have an hour with Marti Noxon--and you couldn't use physical violence--how would you make her cry?

Cry, bitch, cry! That's right! How d'you like that, huh?!

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Probably the same way she made the audience cry -- by chipping away at her sanity one angst-soaked, self-centered, too-cheap-to-hire-myself-a-shrink plotline at a time.

Well, either that, or interpretive dance.

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Combine the two and you've got a surefire winner.

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personally I'm choosing to believe he had a pair of socks stuffed in there. yes I know I'm in denial but somehow believing it makes the fact that he bats for the same team less of a waste.

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coyotegoth.livejournal.com

So, what brought you to the LiveJournal family?n

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I blame

fallofrain for getting me here, and liquor for making me start two accounts a couple of years ago and completely forget about them after only one entry apiece until I stumbled onto them trying to sign up as trollprincess. Yes, I am a dumbass.

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cmstephens.livejournal.com

All hail Brak!

(There, I've fulfilled my contractual obligation.)

Anyway, for the random question part: What's your shoe size?

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Seven. And my shirt size is medium, and my pants size is 7/8. Why? Thinking of buying me somethin' for my birthday next month? *user sidles up and bats her eyelashes cutely*

What? I can't act like a spoiled rotten five-year-old?

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cmstephens.livejournal.com

You can act like that if you want; it is your LJ, after all...

And, just to clarify, the question was random, as you requested. (Though I do like the sidling up and batting eyelashes...)

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Why is my ivy plant taking over my cube?

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I think your foliage is staging a coup by gathering your office supplies into a militia by offering to return them to Staples. Have you checked your pens for concealed weapons? Has your stapler used your credit card to buy tickets for "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" at your nearest arthouse movie theater? Are your paper clips linking arms through no fault of your boredom?

If so ... dude, you are sooooo screwed.

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artemis-child.livejournal.com

*wipes tears of laughter - and tea off of self*
That was priceless!

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But...but...but....we don't have Staples here....and all I found in my pen was a radio transmitter....

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Oh, then you're just being stalked by James Bond then. Never mind.

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Mmm....Pierce Brosnan.....um, excuse me....I need to go show Mr. Bond the, uh, gadgetry in the executive board room....

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probably because it's trying to get over into the hottie's cube . . . like you 0:)

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*glances at one tendril of ivy trying to go around the wall*

*glances at another that is climbing over the wall*

*glares sternly at ivy*

Back, you vile potted plant! He's *my* hottie!!! You stop that right now, or I'm cutting off your water and fertilizer stake supply!!!!

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qnotku.livejournal.com

Name five guys you'd love to see Queer Eye do a makeover on. *G*

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and remember they have to be straight so you can't name anyone you aren't sure about which team they bat for . . .

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Nah, they don't have to be straight. Can you imagine the Fab Five with Rupert Everett? Oh. Wait a minute. Hmmm....that would be porno in the extreme, wouldn't it? On second thought.....

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*eyes cross*

*THUD!!*

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Jared Leto (you're cute, take a fucking shower), Brad Pitt (it's called shaving, try it), David Arquette (now there's a challenge), Mel Gibson (just to watch him squuuuuuiiiiirm for an hour), and Adrien Brody (who's honestly adorable, and I'd really like everybody to see him like I do).

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Random questions, huh? Lemme see...

It's late next Friday night. Like, 3 in the morning (the bad jokes have long since arrived and left, thank goodness). You're alone in an elevator at the Dowtown Hyatt Atlanta (hey, it could happen. Okay, only in this question would the elevators at the Hyatt ever be empty during DragonCon, but humor me). Let's say you're making a Pepsi and Cheetos run. On the way down, the elevator stops to pick up another passenger: James Marsters. The doors close and you're left alone with Blondey-Bear himself.

When the security guards are dragging you out the door ten minutes later, what indencency exactly will they be charging you with?

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What I want to get arrested for: Putting my hands into his pants pockets rather than my own. For about ten to twenty minutes or so. ("Oops. Did I do that?" *user flashes full-on-cute at Blondey-Bear*)

What, considering my previous history at Dragoncon, I will probably get arrested for: Falling asleep standing up, slumping to the side until my head falls to resting on his shoulder, and drooling all over his shirt.

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shoulder? that's funny. sweetie you aren't tall enough to reach his shoulder, unless of course you're standing on a ladder.

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Fine, then, I'll just have to aim for a body part I'd much rather snuggle up against. ;)

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