In
Natter,
sarameg describes her "safety" plan ...
I would build a semi-adobe, with a tin roof, fill it with books, have a simple outdoor hottub, a wide porch and an internet connection. I'd spend days hiking through the canyons and watching for mountain lions and bear and counting lizards. No idea how I'd pay my bills. I'd learn to rockclimb. I'd drive out of my retreat to visit White Sands on their summer full moon nights. I'd drive up to the ridgeline and watch the approaching summer storms at noon. I'd lie on my back and watch the colors of the stars and galaxies you can see from the ground out there.
Hey, that's kind of like my life. Especially the bit about no idea how I pay my bills.
Oh, here I was off sleeping the sleep of the just, that entirely unintentional Freudian slip waving madly in the breeze. Hee!
edited (oh, the irony) for spelling.
And imagine how I feel as the one who goofed in the first place!
t /natter
ita, the backup dancer, in natter:
Ooh, baby, ooh baby, yeah, give it to me one more time.
Susan in Bitches, not because it is funny but because it is true:
Sometimes people suck. And it takes some nerve to put words in the mouth of God.
DXMachina:
Madrigal managed to actually creep out Fury.
Tim Minear:
Had a great time at the shindig. Thanks to all who made it happen. Allyson is the most adorable thing ever.
Victor Infante:
Aww. That's sweet. Wait. NO TIM, DON'T KILL HER!!!!
Allibelle said it, but I think she speaks for us all:
He then stared at me blankly, and turned to greet a better fan.
Hahahaha. How lovely for my self-esteem. Not only does Tim say he was glad I felt like an idiot, the moment then gets COMMed. ita put you up to that, didn't she?