I walk past a Hallmark on my way to work, but I've learned to tune it out.
Oy. So far today, I've dropped a painting on my foot, an air conditioner on my hand, and opened a door onto one of my toes. I think I'm done packing for the weekend.
'Serenity'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I walk past a Hallmark on my way to work, but I've learned to tune it out.
Oy. So far today, I've dropped a painting on my foot, an air conditioner on my hand, and opened a door onto one of my toes. I think I'm done packing for the weekend.
Ginger, why are you not writing professionally and getting paid for stuff like that? Because that's one tight, wry, weary, cleanly-written kick-ass essay.
It's kind of you to say so. I do write for a living, among other things, but not essays. I'd like to sell some essays, though, and I'm thinking I'll use my Live Journal for practice and to get some feedback.
Ouch, Jessica. Be careful. It should come as no surprise to anyone that I sprained my ankle moving. I suspect I'll be moving in hell.
Nicely written, Ginger! I try to celebrate the holiday while ingoring all the retail outlets telling me HOW to celebrate the holiday, if you know what I mean. Except the little hearts with sayings on them--I love those. Not because they're delicious, which they totally aren't, but because they are Candy!With Writing!That is Goofy!
I'll be getting together with Kristin and the NYistas for V-day. There may be candy, but probably no hearts or flowers...
Loved the essay, Ginger.
Oh gods, I'm so tired. Can someone walk up the street for me and get egg noodles? Thanks.
aw, Jess. Moving fatigue. It's the worst. If I could get egg noodles for you, I would.
RE: Valentines Day. Tom and I celebrated the first year we were together, at dinner at our favorite (now closed) restaurant. I felt it was to make up for the previous Valentine's Day we spent together, not dating yet, both relatively recently single, bitter, and whiskey drinking drunk. So with that karma all balanced out, we ignored last year's Valentine Day, and this one as well, quite cheerfully.
I particularly liked the candy hearts before they updated them, when they said things like "23 Skiddoo" and "You Kid."
I'm amused by the candy hearts that say "E-mail me."
(I want ones that say "STD," and "Bite me.")
(I want ones that say "STD,"
For "Skip the Drama."
Heh. Not quite.
STDs actually usually bring on a great deal of drama.