Weren't the llamas last week?
Llamas have frolicked in my tagline continuously since ... whenever Alli's first TAR recap of the season went up on TWoP, so probably a week or so.
'Destiny'
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Weren't the llamas last week?
Llamas have frolicked in my tagline continuously since ... whenever Alli's first TAR recap of the season went up on TWoP, so probably a week or so.
You mean, all that time before, when people were calling me a bitch, they weren't lovin' on me? Huh.
That one chick with the funny hair was.
disheleved
ha! Indeed.
What? It's a thing.
Hey, retcon. Maybe they were... I think I got good things, but I've been so used to being ignored and blown off that I wasn't prepared for the first few ticks. But hey, used my degree today. I think I can ask him stuff again as long as I'm not super-annoying. I'll have to bring my A game, though, as opposed to B plus like today.
Just for fun, here is a chunk of text from an article I'm editing right now:
I like all of you too much to subject you to snippets of what I'm editing right now. Not to mention that I'm probably not allowed to talk about it outside of the Evil Empire.
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I would like the 'pre' part of my PMS to be over with now, thank you. Even if it does mean that when I pack for the fancy goth event this weekend I will have to make sure I have tampons and muscle relaxants.
In the ongoing "And what planet exactly did you come from?" trial, Michael Jackson showed up at court, late, in his pajamas.
erika, here's a resource for you: Your PI News Blogspot. I see this woman, Tamara Thompson, profiled in a local paper. She's a private investigator and this is her blog for the business. It's nuts and bolts stuff, but she's got lots of good links as well.
But this one's even better, Johnny Angel's Outlaw column, which used to run in the LA Weekly. Beautiful little real life portraits of criminals and how they do their jobs. This one links to a Fixer, but you can root around in the LA Weekly archives for his other stuff.
But it looks like "disheveled" unless it's disheveled. Which is why I like your version. Hecubus, you're a god among men, in case I've not said that lately. (My god, my life would be easier if I wrote "Wheeltracks In The Sand" sometimes. At least till my fans found out about this place.)