Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
It's creepier to have evidence of an actual creep, y'know?
Eh, I don't really care until he comments, since I doubt those journals are used for reading,or, really, anything besides friending people and seeing who gets annoyed.
(Now watch someone write a script to leave asinine comments in 600 journals at once. I know there's LJ spam now.)
hm thats the cause mine is friends only ( had a sorta troll some time ago .. ) I think they should make it passwort protected or something if someone wishes it.
-shamesless plugging ahead- Still need a betareader .. thought i´d post the summary so that maybe someone gets interested...
Untitled as yet
Do you ever wanted to meet an Alien? I as sure didn't beg for it, but you know when you go to LA to work in the Film business the most bizarre things tend to happen. Or so I have heard. Anyway this encounter sure killed my whole life. I mean literally. Now I'm constantly on the run trying to lead a somewhat normal existence. But my old life doesn't leave me and soon everything gets complicated again. If only the guys who are after us would understand we have no idea what Sam is or where he is from. I'm so tired of running for my life and just want to be ordinary, you know? I simply want to be good old Kayla again.
-shamesless plugging end-
It's something like antielgorgo, Jilli.
(looks through fl again)
Oh. Huh. Well, I'm in the habit of friends-locking anything even the slightest bit personal, so I'm not to worried.
I know there's no such thing as privacy on the internet, but I've always felt like there's a certain semi-privacy in the fact that I'm not saying anything on my LJ that should be of interest to anyone who doesn't know me--it's all gestational hypertension and quizzes and memes with the occasional bit of politics and baseball. You'd think that'd be too boring for total strangers to bother reading.
Of course, it's true that this particular stalkery creep probably isn't actually reading all these journals.
Well, pooh. I didn't place in the Erma Bombeck Writing Competition.
But go me for submitting something. I guess.
Sorry, Betsy. Yes, go you for submitting, and there's always next year.
Go, Betsy, with the submitting.
Boo EBWC for not recognizing gold when they had it in their inkstained hands.
Well, hell. Whoever did place had better be pure platinum.
Definitely go you, Betsy. That's a tough thing to do.
Deb, insent.