Also, can I take this moment to say a terabyte's worth of thank-you's to our beloved Steph?
Awwww. You are most welcome!!! And thanks for the compliment!
Deb -- ouch. Just....ouch.
Fred: Oh my God! Angel, you're…cute! Angel: Fred, don't! Fred: Oh, but the little hands! And the hair! Angel: Hey! You're fired.
'Smile Time'
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.
Steph L. - Aug 22, 2006 5:03:45 am PDT #8093 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
deborah grabien - Aug 22, 2006 6:26:54 am PDT #8094 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Just....ouch
Yep.
Erin, I was too buried until late last night to say so, but that drabble rocked.
And echoing the "Teppy gets roses and a hotel room with hot and cold running hot men!" thanks.
erikaj - Aug 22, 2006 9:26:12 am PDT #8095 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
wrod.
Volans - Aug 22, 2006 9:31:14 am PDT #8096 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Chiming in with Teplove and thanks for the drabbles. I've wanted to participate more, and I certainly enjoy reading them.
Strix - Aug 22, 2006 12:46:50 pm PDT #8097 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Guys, thanks for all the good words. Perfect topic at the perfect time. I didn't even think or revise; it was just there. 45 seconds from topic reading to post, and BAM! Strange how that happens. It's like when you're at home and you twist your hair up randomly and secure it with a pin, and then clean house -- but you see yourself in a mirror and you're like "WTF? My hair looks fuckin' GREAT? Where's the justice?"
Tep, I LOVE the drabbles. It really helps to keep my hand in.
And, Deb -- I can't even imagine WANTING to give my self away, and having mere blood and cells negate that desire. That's hideous.
juliana - Aug 22, 2006 2:29:00 pm PDT #8098 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Can't get this down under 100, but I'm not going to stress about it.
All In.
“The game is no limit hold 'em. The Cadillac of poker.”
I’ve played this game before. I’ve sat at the high rollers table and gone all-in. I remember feeling the gazes of everyone else at the table on me as I walked away from the table, hands in empty pockets.
“I can hardly remember how I built my bankroll, but I can't stop thinking about the way I lost it.”
I made a big play, one that I thought would pay off. I was wrong.
“You can't lose what you don't put in the middle. But you can't win much either.”
Maybe it’s time to start building my bankroll again. I’d like to make it to my personal Vegas and Mirage – the big time. Maybe this time, I’ll get that winning hand.
deborah grabien - Aug 22, 2006 5:29:05 pm PDT #8099 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
juliana, whoa...
And, Deb -- I can't even imagine WANTING to give my self away, and having mere blood and cells negate that desire.
Especially when you've already realised - at 18 - that he is never going to love you as much as you love him. Or love you as much as he loves his wife. Who, so far as I know, never offered a kidney.
Strix - Aug 22, 2006 5:50:10 pm PDT #8100 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Damn. 18? That's some pretty big love. I was wishy-washy about lending out my fucking SHOES at that age.
deborah grabien - Aug 22, 2006 9:30:19 pm PDT #8101 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Damn.
Yep.
18?
Yep.
That's some pretty big love.
You think?
I was wishy-washy about lending out my fucking SHOES at that age.
I've never been wishy-washy about anything in this world. Not ever. But especially him.
I have the feeling there are quite a few drabbles brewing on the gambling theme. Interesting to read, interesting to write. The ones already done have been corkers.
deborah grabien - Aug 22, 2006 9:42:27 pm PDT #8102 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Limbo
Just before you died, you borrowed $25K from John, to cover the upcoming surgery. You offered him your piano, said it was all you had left of any value. John loved you. He said, take the money, keep the piano.
You shipped the piano anyway. You must have known your odds for survival were nil.
I want that piano. I want the Hall of Fame to honour your life with it. I'm gambling my peace of mind on this. I'm waiting, stuck in limbo.
What if John's sold it, if it's beyond my reach? What if the dice are loaded?