Aww, Cindy. Your post was so adorable, and so very Buffista, that was part of the inspiration.
hands you a kleenex
Willow: You know what they say. The bigger they are... Anya: The faster they stomp you into nothin'.
'The Killer In Me'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Ailleann - Sep 25, 2006 9:56:12 am PDT #8349 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
deborah grabien - Sep 25, 2006 10:13:06 am PDT #8350 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Aw. That one's a charmer.
Lee - Sep 25, 2006 12:52:23 pm PDT #8351 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Challenge #125 (birthday celebrations) is now closed.
Challenge #126 is muscles.
Connie Neil - Sep 25, 2006 1:03:53 pm PDT #8352 of 10001
brillig
muscles
I like muscles. I once fell in love with the entire varsity wrestling team, who was standing in the college cafeteria line ahead of me. They were all wearing tank tops. They had pretty shoulders.
I like muscles on me, best. Back in the day, I could lift heavy boxes without needing a man around to do the heavy lifting. Self-sufficiency is nice, though it took a few years to get over the gut-envy of the frail girls who had bedazzled guys following them around to lift anything they wanted.
I've come to appreciate guys muscles again. I feel a traitor to feminist self-sufficiency, but it seems a shame not to give the 20 and 30-something guys who help us move a chance to flex their muscles.
deborah grabien - Sep 25, 2006 1:53:54 pm PDT #8353 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Heartbeat
I used to wonder, and I still ask myself occasionally: is the heart an organ, or a muscle?
I've never been able to convince myself that science is right either way. An organ, yes: the steady beat, the movement of blood, the way it speaks to air and soul, the way we can't survive without one. An organ, surely?
But a muscle, too, in its strength, its ropey resilience, its flex.
Resting my head against your chest after that first small heart attack, listening to it stutter and pump, I wondered: organ or muscle?
Neither, both. Actually, it's a miracle.
Volans - Sep 26, 2006 4:53:55 am PDT #8354 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Ooh, good. LOVED Ailleann's. Mine about birthdays refused to cram itself into anything near 100 words.
Neither, both. Actually, it's a miracle.
Perfect.
Amy - Sep 26, 2006 11:52:13 am PDT #8355 of 10001
Because books.
For those of you who ever daydreamed about writing jacket copy for books, be warned. You may be called upon to write copy for something called BIG SPANKABLE ASSES -- something that is emphatically *not* a slick porn mag, and will be sold, one presumes, on the shelves at Barnes & Noble and other fine booksellers. With your copy on the back.
::weeps::
Lee - Sep 26, 2006 11:53:38 am PDT #8356 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oh, poor AmyLiz.
not laughing not laughing.
Typo Boy - Sep 26, 2006 11:53:46 am PDT #8357 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Hey, it could be worse. Your name could be on it.
Amy - Sep 26, 2006 11:55:18 am PDT #8358 of 10001
Because books.
Go ahead, laugh. I will be, because I'm going to get very, very drunk to write this.
Your name could be on it.
Hush, you. Clearly, I'd only write that under a pseudonym!