Aw, I'm sorry Daisy Jane.
Also, Aimee, I hope my pep talks come across as... well, pep talks and not me being obnoxious and overbearing. Stupid Mondays, messing with my subtle tone techniques!
Vortex! How was your move this weekend?
Buffy ,'End of Days'
[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.
Aw, I'm sorry Daisy Jane.
Also, Aimee, I hope my pep talks come across as... well, pep talks and not me being obnoxious and overbearing. Stupid Mondays, messing with my subtle tone techniques!
Vortex! How was your move this weekend?
I didn't actually move. the saga continues, and I still haven't closed. Maybe tomorrow. I've gotten very zen about it at this point. Except yesterday morning when I woke up stared at my old celing and thought "I'm not supposed to be here". Luckily, my current landlord was cool about me extending.
Egad, Vortex.
Nora, you are, as always, supportive and wonderful and even if you were to post, 'Stupid bitch, take the job and shut the fuck up." I would still read it with the hug implied.
And thank you Vortex, that helps so much to have a somewhat script.
And thanks to All of my Bitches for being so, well, Bitch-like. {{{LOVE}}}
nd even if you were to post, 'Stupid bitch, take the job and shut the fuck up." I would still read it with the hug implied.
As if. Hey, if we were at Teppy's brother's bar, I could order you a tall glass of "Shut the Hell Up" [link] and then give you a hug in person. Hm. let's do that!
Argh. A good friend of mine has her thesis defense today. Last week, she asked if I was going to come. I said, "If you want me there, I'll be there." (For this kind of thing, some people like all the moral support they can get, while other get more nervous if there are more people, so we generally go with the "I'll be there if you want me there" thing.) She told me to be there.
I just overslept. I am a horrible friend.
Good luck today, Aimee.
I had a dream last night that I got to hold Matilda. Only in my dream, she was the same size as Dylan, just with more hair. And looked nothing at all like Matilda does in real life.
Awww. She's probably not much bigger than Dylan. She's wearing supercute socks this morning that look like Mary Janes. Also she only woke up once last night.
Aimee, if being a better person, more people would do it ... and the world would be better for it.
In other news - literally - Fox News seems to have hit a new low. The Southern Poverty Law Center (huh?) reports and debunks it.
OK. It's stupid and vain, but it's always bothered me that, while I'm mentioned in Wikipedia's "Poetry Slam" entry (rebutting criticism from Harold Bloom in the "Slam and Academia" section), I didn't actually have an entry of my own. And while I know several other writers who've created their own entries, and see it as a sensible marketing tool, I just can't bring myself to write anything more than the basic information.
So I've come up with a solution. I've created a Wikipedia page for myself, and I'm asking you to flesh it out. Thankfully, I'm not overly concerned if what you add is true, so by all means, be creative! The only two rules are: A.) If it's hurtful to myself or others, I'll delete it, and B.) Don't make it so crazy that the Wikipedia editors shut it down. Or, if you're inclined, put true stuff. That works, too.
So there it is. Please contribute to my fictionalized history!