I don't know. Right this second I'm "meh".
Ask me again later. We'll see if my mood has shifted as it is wont to do.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I don't know. Right this second I'm "meh".
Ask me again later. We'll see if my mood has shifted as it is wont to do.
Wanna go play Rock Band?
Jilli - insent.
Wanna go play Rock Band?
Maybe.
Seriously, let's figure it out after work. Right now all I know is, whatever we do, eventually there had best be beer.
Yay vw!
I'm, um, yeah. I have no brane. smonster and I had fun at the concert last night. Whoo!
Aimee, hows about I use your DH's transporter and come see Juno with you as a celebration.
Oh, wait. The transporter isn't finished. Damn.
Oh, wait. The transporter isn't finished. Damn.
Nag, nag, nag...
If the shoe fits...
If the shoe fits...
With stripey tights and a candy bra....must be stilleto platform hooker heels. In red.
Unless there is some strict definition of literature that says "It must be communicated more-or-less directly from the creative source of the story with minimal interference by any mediators (so editors are okay), else it is Not Literature."
If this were the problem, then Shakespeare's out of the running for being Literature. He was alla time scavanging other people's stories and running amok with them.