So, I turned in my creative writing portfolio this morning. Anyone want to see how it turned out? The fabulous Deena put it on my website for me.
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
"In world news today, a small, blonde English woman was caught screaming obscenities at the Sphynx. Something along the lines of "Riddle me this muthafucka! Riddle me the fuck this!!" was heard for a 2 mile radius. "
They could use the footage for anti pro-semitism campaigns.
You ever have a day where you feel invisible? I'm waiting on e-mails about freelance stuff, and I'm convinced that everything I type is in white font. People may be hesitant to contract with me again if I send them follow-up e-mails demanding that they reply to *my* e-mails the moment they get them.
Man, I've been edgy lately. Maybe I should become a pothead.
Maybe I should become a pothead.
I had some friends who thought they turned invisible after smoking a lot of pot.
is Matt in an actual, literal geographical location that's a little dicey
yup. working in one of the worst prisons in Ca.
{{{Gud}}}
go, fay go!
Yikes, beth, I hope this stint is totally uneventful.
I can see you, Tep.
I can see you, Tep.
Can I freelance for you?
Two projects, which together will total about a grand for me, and no one seems to want to answer my e-mail. I shake my tiny fist in their direction.
congrates to p-c
Can I freelance for you?
Sure. I can't really pay you anything, but I'll answer your e-mails promptly.
Know the feeling Tep. All my best crutches...uh, e-mail companions have all pissed off for Real Life all at once. Because they have Families or new jobs or books to write...pretty sad state of things, I'd say. No, it's not been that long. No, they've not missed Big News. "I'm upset because the relationship I thought I have isn't the relationship I actually have."