It's not that important. Most of the stuff I say isn't. That doesn't stop me much. I have no partner to inflict this upon and my mom has no problem telling to shut it, so you all luck out. Especially since my muse has a cabin on the Eastern Shore or something and has buggered off for what seems forseeable.
'Bushwhacked'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Partially.
Dude, you owe me e. You know you do.
erikaj: I get the ref, now. I was going to get get dumber, but the typing all came out like kljasghlkjhLAL.
It's okay...I'm not clear either lately. I can't write. Remember?
I can't write. Remember?
aUGH! Did I diss your writing through one of those insidious beta things? I am only that way because I now know that a whip-snapping black-clad dominatric-editor is eventually going to show up, looming over your utternance.
No...I just bitch a lot about my fallow period. I thought I might have burned Buffistakind out on it.
Ok, Cool.
Did anyone here go to High School with a person who showed up later as an editor?
Were they universally hated, even then?
as my editor, or just editing professionally? Because I wouldn't be surprised if somebody I went to school with edits for money.
Gus, insent.
Emily, insent
(hey, look, it's like mail call!)
I grew up quaker, did protests, travelled to the USSR while it was still such, my parents were involved in illegal stuff that they always told the authorities about (I'm not clear exactly on why, but I think there was some weird clause that thus made at least one potential charge go poof, it was weird) and then I went to a quaker college that later spawned that kid who decided to take box cutters on the plane and tell the TSA as a protest. However, other than what these things might imply, I'm really a quiet fairly law-abiding citizen.