that coffin's not going to open itself!

It was foggy like a mofo this morning, but now it's all burned gently off in the morning sunshine and I have an unobstructed view of the mountains. mmmmmm, pretty morning.

The new pictures of JC are fabulous; I don't think the hairstyle does much for him and the waaay-open shirt with the Burberry scarf make me giggle, because he looks like a Hong Kong-Chinese "lady who lunches", but damn is he ever pretty.

Between this and the French tour program pictures of Justin (especially this one where he's primping in front of a gauzy counter covered in Pringles, Doritos, crudites, candles, flowers, fruit, and something that looks like a plate of chicken wings), it's a good ol' diva-picture time in lj land.

Also, JC's seeming pattern of sleeping with dark-haired chicks (Bobbie, that Brazilian princess or whatever) and then hanging out with trashy blonde ones (Tara Reid, Paris Hilton) intrigues and amuses. I like his taste in women better than Justin's, that's for sure.

*burns Cammy in effigy*

amy's wealthy, she's...probably got other qualities

I'm avoiding ringing in on Justin's RS interview just yet, because I'm sure we'll all be sick of arguing about it soon enough. *g*

So anyway, I will instead say that copracat is a bad, bad woman because during a discussion of JC's HK lady-who-lunchesness she said:

"Well, we already know he likes to spend time with his manicurist. And he loves the open-toed shoe and he's certainly had the ironed straight hair. Not to mention the jewellery collection and Carlos, okay, not a filipina maid but still Carlos lives in, right? Oh. My. God. JC IS a tai-tai."

Which then, because I am infinitely suggestible, meant that I spent the day writing it. Unbetaed, unanything really.

( object of taste )