1999 Chevy Prizm $3500 68000 miles
Needs some work - brakes and a tune up. Maybe an alignment.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
1999 Chevy Prizm $3500 68000 miles
Needs some work - brakes and a tune up. Maybe an alignment.
With Izzard, it's the beard. I never found him at all attractive until he got scruffy.
Izzard's scruffiness troubles me. I think he's hottest when he's in guy clothes, but clean-shaven (no makeup). Because that comes across to me as, somehow, subversive.
Hm. This is also true of others, including Paul Blackthorne on Dresden Files. When he's all clean-shaven, he's pretty but not sexy.
Wonder what this says about me?
One word: scruffy!Wesley. GUH.
Someone tell a funny story. I need a good laugh.
(I think it's funny that scruffy!Wesley is one word.)
Would a happy story do?
My new editor at Harlequin just called about revisions to the book, and there are basically none. She also told me it was a "beautiful piece of writing" and that my writing had "honesty and integrity." I'm frekaing glowing, here.
AmyLiz, that's *wonderful*! I'm so pleased for you.
I know! It made me pretty damn happy today.
::tickles vw to make her laugh just in case::
That's awesome, Amy!
I'm trying to think of a funny story. In the meantime:
An atom was walking down the sidewalk when he bumped into another atom.
"Sorry, man!" said the first atom.
"Crap, I think I lost an electron," said the second atom.
The first atom looked worried and apologetic. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," said the second atom, "I'm positive."
I bet! And lord knows you could use some happy!
edit: That was to AmyLiz
Oh, AmyLiz, how wonderful!
VW...let's see...I don't suppose a cute story would do? Mia (aka Puppycat II) has discovered that she can open the hallway closet where we keep all of the kitty food and toys. Last night she got in there, found a plastic bag of the fake furry mice from the grocery store, pried one out, and then came marching proudly into the dining room with it in her mouth doing that "Look! Mom! I killed it!" yowl.
She's cute. Not very bright, but cute.