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and since I can't edit... another option is to just pick a new Queen and then still do this lil fun contest and we can still vote and whoever wins gets porn written for them, or has a whole week of their favorite !Justin's as PotD... or something.

sooo i guess I can call myself Queen then huh? Do I get a snazzy avi with that? and as for the second idea lets pick some new songs people!!!

Now that that is kinda/sorta settled. I gotta tell a story. Be warned ITS LONG!!

I would say it could be TMI but, for this place that really isn't... there's no boundary lines. and its really not that bad. just strange. Soooo after two ultrasounds and a bunch of blood tests my lady doctor determined that there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. haha. Except maybe my hormone levels are slightly off for me personally, but they are still in normal range. At any rate, she gave me a prescription for BC and I started taking the pills on Sunday. And EVERY night i have had dreams where someone is trying to kill me. My friend says that its just cuz my hormones are like tweaking and it'll go away, when she first got pregnant and her levels started to change she had weird ass dreams too. But in the first one, i was like escaping from some evil magical building and then wound up living in a trailor on Justin's property. haha. After me and one of my guy bff's were talking about whether or not we could date each other. (we decided no and then I went to this school and the person was trying to kill me and when I escaped i found the trailer. I believe Justin invaded that dream because A. I want to have his babies and the dreams are hormone related. and B. it was the night of the Espy's)

Monday night, I had a dream that I was in the back of a truck. Like a pick-up truck, that had an extended cab. and Some guy was driving and talking to my guy friend again on like a walkie-talkie. And I was pregnant and for some reason again someone was trying to kill me (and the baby) and the dude and my friend were in charges of transporting me to a safe place. The guy driving handed me a note that literally said "You will be having a baby in one minute" and then my stomach started to hurt and I had the baby and I woke up, kinda crampy. Which is a side effect of the pill. And I kinda blame that one on my friend (with the baby) telling me about the plot of the movie Children of Men.

the LAST night, I had gone to visit my guy friend in Washington DC, I dont know if I was with another one of our friends traveling there or if we were just both there. Anyway. there were these like stick figure white birch colored monsters with BIG heads grabbing at me and trying to push me off this like giant wooden playground castle thing that we were all on. I don't really mind the dreams, I like having dreams and they dont scare me or anything, even when I'm in the dream, its like a trust the people i'm with to not let me die. But I really wish that people weren't plotting my death in my dreams haha.

I'm so effed up! lol. Damn pills.

mornin! We'll get a master list of songs together by friday night maybe and decide how this is gonna work. Sound good? AND in my dream last night, there was like this lil chihuahua that lived in a box that could fly and the resort that my family vacations in (that I will be going to in a few weeks) was under attack after Justin finished shooting a movie there and because somehow we owned the resort were were entitled to keeping the props and our family lawyer was going to sell them, but i threw a fit so the people that were planning on buying them and then reselling them on ebay were pissed and were in planes shooting rounds at my family and me who were running/fleeing the hotel and I was radioing back to the chihuahua to make sure that one of these things was safe. It was wicked cool too, it was like an actual book that Justin had handwritten, like a novel. It wasn't a prop, but it had gotten left behind and I wanted to make sure it was safe until I could touch him get in touch with him and let him know I had it. Why can i never have dreams where I do him? He's somehow worked into some of my dreams but I'm never doing him. Although I know in my dream it was really cool to have had him staying in the hotel/resort that my family owned, and seeing him surf and stuff when he wasn't shooting.

PotD:


there are so many wonderful things about the angle/and closeness of this picture. How are those pants even staying on?!
Maybe you are working at the arena, and it's an outdoor amphitheater. (i don't really have any idea what show this is. I prolly should but my mind is blanking. Is that Jessica Alba behind him?! lol) anyway, it's raining but the show is a rain or shine, charity event thing and he's still performing and getting soaked and because of what you've been entrusted to do, he is now consistently calling you towel girl. But you're not gonna complain because A. He knows you exist and B. when he finally leaves the stage you follow behind him towels in hand as he gets to his makeshift dressing room and starts whipping off clothes. RUN WITH IT.... go!