Yeah, fine line between "goal" and "Torture instrument", which I crossed a few times. But I can't lie about working out like other people and I don't drink enough to pretend to cut it out. So I pioneered new ways of punishing myself. But I'm not doing that now, though I'd like to have my script draft done by the end of the week.
Dawn: You're not fleeing. You're... moving at a brisk pace. Buffy: Quaintly referred to in some cultures as the Big Scaredy Run Away.
'Touched'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
erikaj - Jan 05, 2010 6:13:26 am PST #2957 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
Allyson - Jan 05, 2010 7:45:02 am PST #2958 of 6690
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Sam is being sent out tomorrow morning.
Wish the wee bat luck!
erikaj - Jan 05, 2010 7:53:06 am PST #2959 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
Good luck, bat!!
Gudanov - Jan 05, 2010 7:53:36 am PST #2960 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping
Good luck! I hope Sam finds a good home.
Amy - Jan 05, 2010 8:04:48 am PST #2961 of 6690
Because books.
Aw! Fly, little bat!
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Jan 05, 2010 8:11:18 am PST #2962 of 6690
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Good luck to Sam!
Scrappy - Jan 05, 2010 8:12:29 am PST #2963 of 6690
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I hope Sam finds a home!
Strix - Jan 05, 2010 8:28:13 am PST #2964 of 6690
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Fly, little bat, fly!!
Allyson - Jan 05, 2010 8:37:46 am PST #2965 of 6690
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
hopes extra hard
Beverly - Jan 05, 2010 9:47:51 am PST #2966 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Adds dollop--big dollop--of hope.