Hey y'all,
Crazy request: would anyone have time to do a super-fast emergency beta on a Supernatural fic for me and smonster?
(It may, possibly, be for a fic challenge that has an Aug. 1 deadline, so we're trying to post by, um midnight?)
Email me at profile addy if interested. You will earn our undying gratitude, props, and adoration. Which, since you're a Buffista, you probably have anyway.
BILLYTEA!!!!
t goes down flailing
I'm at work late so I can actually see you -- my computer at home has perished. How the hell are ya? Still planning on sleeping with me?
I'm feeling particularly splendid today. The Wallybee came over last night and we watched the Planet Earth episode on caves. Fantastic stuff. Got to be one of the toughest filming assignments you can get.
And yes, I'm still (I hope) booked in at Chez Booth. I'll be arriving in NYC on the 28th (arriving at Newark around 2:00) and leaving on the 30th (from Newark around 9:30 am).
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
I am well. Deep in the throes of heretofore un-boardmentioned pre-love. I am certain to screw it up royally, but right now everyone keeps telling me how nice I look and he and I emailed adorably all day.
Does that make sense? Either way, I can't imagine being offended (bored and irritable, perhaps) about the discussion of other people celebrating things I don't. Unless my code had elevated it to offensive...which'd be a whole 'nother ball of wax.
I don't know first hand so I can't comment upon that. I was told by a third party, or warned, rather, that such things offend her.
In other news, GYHAGGHYAYA! I am so at the fucking end of my rope with Verizon. Also possibly my husband. GODDAMNIT.
Also, yay for Trudy pre-love.
Also, yay for Trudy pre-love.
Oh, we'll see. If history teaches us anything its that he's a rent boy with a pregnant girlfriend and his wife is in the mob.
I am well. Deep in the throes of heretofore un-boardmentioned pre-love. I am certain to screw it up royally, but right now everyone keeps telling me how nice I look and he and I emailed adorably all day.
Aww. That's lovely. Does this mean I'll have to fight for bed-space with
three
mammals?
Does this mean I'll have to fight for bed-space with three mammals?
Baby, I'm a lover -- not a fighter.