Writing? Transporter, dude. Much more lucrative.
Writing requires neither a fusion reactor nor test monkeys.
Sometimes I use the test monkeys anyway, but they are not required.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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Writing? Transporter, dude. Much more lucrative.
Writing requires neither a fusion reactor nor test monkeys.
Sometimes I use the test monkeys anyway, but they are not required.
Oh, Kristin, I'm so sorry.
Oh, Jen, ick. As someone who's had some fun icky girly tests lately, I feel your pain. I really, really do. Good luck!
I am covered in chocolate. Seriously. I think I may have to shower again. Making oodles and oodles of Peppermint Bark is MESSY!
All kinds of raise~ma to Suzi, who so very much deserves one.
Aims, I'll email it now.
Sometimes I am Miracleman. Freaky.
{{Jen}}
That's all I got for now. Off to Fort Lauderdale to pick up DH. Yay! I misses him when he is gone, even if it is only a couple days.
Sometimes I am Miracleman. Freaky.
So it's you?
What'd you do to my pants, you body-thief?!
What, you're reduced to wearing stripey tights again?
How said is it that I originally did "Miracleman on 34th Street" as one of my Xmashup posters, and no one got it?
Anyway, writing~ma, MM. Raise~ma, Suzi. OwjeezholycowGoodLuckma, Jen. Tailbone~ma, meara. I've never broken mine (knock wood), but I've heard it's incredibly freaking painful. Kristin, so sorry your good mood was shattered like that. Toddson, congrats on the BP numbers et al.
R and I finally talked about the caliper thing and he apologized. NSM for thinking it would be cool to check body fat percentage, but for demanding it by fiat. Which was more the issue, so that's cool.
posting about your fears that you were ass moms
Now, I don't read fanfic, but I was under the impression that people who have assbabies are pretty much gonna be dads.
There are days I hate being a perfectionist.
I'm currently cutting out 120 circles of wax paper to line the tins and layers for the peppermint bark.
Now, a normal person would just tear the wax paper. I *cannot* bring myself to do that.
I may need help.