Send it. I've got my MA specializing in med lit.
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Now, I can hold a note for a long time...actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after, and the one after that. That's what makes it music.
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Strix - Apr 28, 2005 10:14:35 am PDT #1517 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
ChiKat - Apr 28, 2005 10:18:40 am PDT #1518 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Thanks, Erin! Insent.
Strix - Apr 28, 2005 10:50:56 am PDT #1519 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
And...backflung.
erikaj - Apr 28, 2005 11:34:24 am PDT #1520 of 10001
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)
Deb, insent
deborah grabien - Apr 28, 2005 12:53:18 pm PDT #1521 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
WOOT! Got it, erika. I know the major thing I'm doing this weekend.
§ ita § - Apr 28, 2005 1:00:32 pm PDT #1522 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Connie, you know, I thought about losing those last two lines, but decided that if she didn't say it out loud, she didn't get a boyfriend (since it was her journey to admit). And I really wanted her to get him. Such is the internal life of people limited to 100 characters.
Thanks, you guys, for the compliments.
Here's another:
Still Waters
"You did? Really?"
"Honest to god."
"You weren't backed up against a dryer, or anything?"
"Nothing. I swear. Just kissing."
"Dude. Where were his hands? I mean..."
"Just kissing! His hands were on my face, in my hair, on my back. No further than first base."
"I didn't know that happened in real life!"
"Trust me. It's not some porn urban legend."
"So ... you gonna see him again?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, I was just wondering if I could try kissing him."
"Get your own, girlie."
"How? It's not like you can tell by looking."
deborah grabien - Apr 28, 2005 1:10:17 pm PDT #1523 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
HA! Love that, ita.
But fix a typo, please? "real ife"?
§ ita § - Apr 28, 2005 1:11:17 pm PDT #1524 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oops -- thanks!
Connie Neil - Apr 28, 2005 1:15:38 pm PDT #1525 of 10001
brillig
"porn urban legend," hee.
Connie Neil - Apr 28, 2005 1:44:20 pm PDT #1526 of 10001
brillig
drabble
Young, handsome, unmarried preacher. The girls of the district perked up and went into hunt mode. You could get hurt in the bathroom before youth meetings with all the primping going on. They sighed when Rev. David played piano, asked earnest questions about the sermons, and volunteered for committees.
The whispers were amazed and disbelieving when news went out that he and I had disappeared from the annual zoo trip to eat pizza and play pinball in his old neighborhood.
It's always the quiet ones.