I don't suppose that's going to happen though, huh?
Wanna bet? Nic, Matt and I are already working out arrangements of the title songs for "Broomfield Hill".
All we need is a good fiddler.
Nobody can tell Marmaduke what to do. That's my kind of dog.
Trick ,'First Date'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 9:12:01 am PDT #1915 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 9:20:19 am PDT #1916 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
WHEEEE!
Bad Porn 1.01
"Oh how very very beautiful everything is today," Melanita whispered meltingly. Her eyes, as blue as the sky, wandered devouringly across the perfection of herself in the mirror. Her perfect breasts and luscious thighs beckoned to me like a dimpled buttery crumpet, a raw untoasted pastry that needed the kiss of a good toaster and my jam to fill its every shallow waiting crevice.
"Yes" I crooned excitedly. "Oh yes."
She licked her lips that were as scarlet as flowers whose name I don't know. "Take me!" Melanita moaned. "Take me now! Make this the best morning of my life!"
Topic!Cindy - May 09, 2005 9:21:18 am PDT #1917 of 10001
What is even happening?
can't breathe
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 9:25:02 am PDT #1918 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
can't breathe
Yes, but is from laughing, or trying not to vomit?
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 9:34:29 am PDT #1919 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Bad writing! BAD!
Night
As I walked through the fields, strewn with a thousand dots of starlight that sparked like diamonds dancing on a sea of darkness that could have been the ocean under a mantle of divine wetness thrown by an Unseen Hand, I pondered and mused on the meaning of night.
Night is beautiful, I thought to myself, stopping in the middle of a path that was covered with myriad tiny hard rocks that tried to pierce the soles of my shoes like tiny flaming arrows against which my feet could know no defense, and night is dark.
Truly, night is unknowable.
Topic!Cindy - May 09, 2005 9:36:23 am PDT #1920 of 10001
What is even happening?
Hee! It's (as you know) from laughter deb, because seeing that writing under your name is akin to watching Big Dawg campaign for W. I would know it is a gag, going in, and nobody could convince me otherwise.
Aims - May 09, 2005 9:41:49 am PDT #1921 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Driving Fast
This one time, I was, like, in a car. And it was, like, driving fast. And then like, it was so fast, it was, like a thing that goes really fast and I was soooo scared. And then we stopped and like, Billy touched my like….well, YOU KNOW. And then, we like, did it –OHMIGAWD! And then we like, we drove back home so fast and then like, I was scared I was going to be pregnant, and like, I wasn’t so I was like relieved and that’s why you shouldn’t drive, like, fast. And stuff.
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 9:46:03 am PDT #1922 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
BWAH!
Aimee, I just flashed on Clueless, in the car: "Like, I TOTALLY paused!"
Ginger - May 09, 2005 9:49:02 am PDT #1923 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I'm not sure I can compete with the crumpet of sex. I'll ponder.
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 9:50:42 am PDT #1924 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'm not sure I can compete with the crumpet of sex.
The untoasted crumpet of sex, please.
I'm actually really happy with my "bad night philosophy" once. It's an exercise in long, droney, run-on sentences.