Work, life, cuteness

[louiselux]

I had a hellish meeting this morning with a client, really a terrible awful event, where I actually began to suspect she is fibbing about her CV. It was became plain to me during the course of this meeting that she has not even a tiny shred of nous about how to run a business. Disaster.

In other news, I have lost three kilos! This is since the beginning of May. However, I'm mostly measuring the effects of the gym by how much looser my jeans and skirts and tops are getting. Also, I ran on the treadmill for 25 minutes last night, which is a pretty big acheivement for me not only in terms of fitness but also motivation. Usually I get horribly bored after about 10 minutes, looking at my own sweaty face in the giant mirrors. Mmmm sweat.

In more other news, my new tennis boyfriend is still pretty. Also with a rather adorable and cute habit of pulling his underwear out of the crack of his arse before every serve. From the New York Times:

'When reporters once tried to get to the bottom of the habit, Nadal said the problem was actually his bottom. "A little bigger than usual," he explained.'

I have a Federer/Nadal fic currently at 5000 words, and I keep looking at it and not being able to decide if I want to write the porn or just write them having an excruciatingly polite and adorable tennis rivally of doom. I just love how in real life they're having an intensely dramatic fight to the tennis death-- really incredible skill-- all set against a background of spontaneous announcements of admiration, sobbing, affectionate hugging and monogrammed cardigans. It's special. They are so cute. I might have to stop using that word so much, but I quite literally cannot stop myself. They just are.

If anyone's interested in my 'research' on this matter, I have a twine for them, here: junk de lux. I've got 20 more invitations for twine also, if anyone wants one.

Also, sorry for not getting round to answering comments for ages. I'm trying to keep up and failing.

Comments

[kispexi2.livejournal.com]

The Federer/Nadal combo is enough to make a sports hater like myself watch a match. They're so delightfully intense on court, then all coy about their triumphs over the other off it. I don't think I've ever seen two players who engage in one-to-one combats be so ... it's not flirty but there's a definite something the other does to each of them, either in the flesh or just when their name is mentioned.

It is, indeed, cute.

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

I really should be paying more attention to tennis, eh?

[smillaraaq.livejournal.com]

Just what I've been thinking after all this talk of cuteness...

_{(Please tell me that I'm not the only one here who, after hearing about prim little cardigans on the one side and shameless underwear-tugging and semi-nudity on the other, is starting to visualize this as some crazy 585 sports AU...)}

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

Have you given louiselux her assignment yet?

[smillaraaq.livejournal.com]

<sub>Not yet...*giggles*

Although my scanlation win is already under way...for my pet 10K and 585 doujinshi. Not that I'm obsessive or anything. *koffs*</sub>

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

mwahahaha

[kispexi2.livejournal.com]

If you can bear the sports stuff ...

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

Oooh, yes, that's a good point.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

YES YOU SHOULD.

http://vamosbrigade.smugmug.com/gallery/5374633_uoDnb/1/329181856_gbGQH/Medium

[smillaraaq.livejournal.com]

KISS HIM, YOU FOOL!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's exactly it - they do something to each other, although I'm not sure what. I suppose they must think about each other quite a lot, being the two best players.

They both seem not shy of letting emotions show too, at least after. They've both described going off and crying for a long time after games because of the emotional intensity. It's really refreshing to me to actually hear men talking about this kind of thing, especially professional sportsmen, who I always assumed were extra macho. Nadal looked totally traumatised after winning Wimbledon. Maybe they do it all the time but I just never paid attention before.

[penelope-z.livejournal.com]

Bring on the Federer/Nadal immediately please! *anxiously waits for fic*

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Yay! It's nearly ready.

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about comments and stuff. Speaking for myself I just love to read and even if I don't commetn all the time. And you have such a long list of commenters that I can understand not being able to get to all the comments all the time.

You're just the awesome. Also RPS...I never would have thought it for myself but heh there you go... (I have my little squees my over my band boys.) Go on indulge! ^___^

(am I a bad person for egging you on??? ^_~ I guess said that way I feel deliciously bad)

oh and and go you on losing all those inches! great stuff on the motivation too!

Hugsss many many of them

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

*many huggs back* Aww, thank you!

Hoorah for random rps and boybands. Nothing wrong with a little bit of indulgence in the cute. :D

[emungere.livejournal.com]

ahaha, more air guitar!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=e7MRL30UK2Y

*easily amused*

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

This is all your fault somehow, I am sure.

[emungere.livejournal.com]

I was ttly uncaring for like the first two and a half hours of that match! Also, did you see Roger in Dubai? He's on twine. In really expensive clothing, looking suave.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

<33333

I saw. He looks hot.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Oh! Also, imma slack off at work this afternoon and write angsting. Oh and you have an iconnnn. Mmmm.

[emungere.livejournal.com]

YAY!

Imma go get more needles stuck in me. Will be back later tho, I think.

[emungere.livejournal.com]

That article you twined is awesome. Clearly, Men's Vogue knows how to write about tennis. Okay. I go now, for the needles.

Federer was carrying a Roberto Cavalli shopping bag-a dress for Mirka. He had on a brown V-neck sweater over a candy-striped dress shirt, and slim tan pants. Every thread of it was Prada. "Even the underwear," Mirka remarked.

"Jesus!" Federer said, taken aback. Then, recovering himself, he deadpanned, un-Swissly, "Actually, I'm not wearing underwear."

Ahahaaaa.