That's great, erika. Really, to get all buffista about it, means a thing. The way you have crafted it really conveys that meaning well.
You never know if a girl's gonna say 'yes', or if she's gonna laugh in your face and pull out your still-beating heart and crush it into the ground with her heel.
Xander ,'Help'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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-t - Jul 09, 2015 4:30:09 pm PDT #6339 of 6687
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Karl - Jul 09, 2015 7:05:35 pm PDT #6340 of 6687
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Thanks, Erika, for capturing one of the moments that made me proudest to be a Buffista.
Beverly - Jul 09, 2015 9:22:13 pm PDT #6341 of 6687
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Lovely, erika. More lovely for being truth.
SailAweigh - Jul 10, 2015 6:58:34 am PDT #6342 of 6687
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I hope that's a good thing.
Indeed, it is! It left me all choked up sniffling.
erikaj - Jul 10, 2015 10:15:55 am PDT #6343 of 6687
Always Anti-fascist!
There are lots of great Buffista stories, but that may be the one I have the biggest part in. Although the time we rode through the car wash to meet Allyson and Nilly(and she found a place that was accessible and kosher) was pretty great too.
Laura - Jul 10, 2015 10:18:41 am PDT #6344 of 6687
Our wings are not tired.
Thank you, erika! That brings back wonderful memories.
Typo Boy - Jul 17, 2015 7:20:19 am PDT #6345 of 6687
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
While working out yesterday, "And we danced" came on. I thought - I wonder what that couple is doing now. And this song suddenly came to me, pretty much word for word like this:
Liars in Love
Our first time together was just for one night.
No promises. No tomorrow. We were hard core all right.
When the morning came, we were cooing like doves.
What can I say? We were liars in love.
We decided to be just a bit more than friends,
Keep our own places, cause it would soon end.
We moved in together into a small flat above
A struggling laundry. We were liars in love.
We'd never get married we told one and all.
Like the song said, no paper from no city hall.
At our wedding, friends sang "Mazel tov".
Now everyone knew we were liars in love.
We swore to ignore St. Valentine's Day.
But the house fills with chocolate in some unknown way.
I guess even now, when push comes to shove,
After 25 years, we're still liars in love.
SailAweigh - Jul 17, 2015 11:36:56 am PDT #6346 of 6687
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
That is awesome, Typo. I don't know if that would work better as a ballad or a country song.
Typo Boy - Jul 17, 2015 1:08:37 pm PDT #6347 of 6687
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Deborah Grabien thinks something in the style "Walking After Midnight" but with a 3/3 beat.
erikaj - Aug 01, 2015 3:17:32 pm PDT #6348 of 6687
Always Anti-fascist!
Dumb question, but might be pivotal to the right(or wrong) reader. It's 1992 in my story and my characters have ordered a pizza...how much do they pay? Because the last thing I want is to go by my memory and have some reading along all "Sure, if they get it from Italy!" I was alive, of course, just not very practiced at paying for things yet.(Which is sort of the point of this story, actually.) It's not a huge part of the story, or anything, just that the pizza guy kind of touched of a family argument and wants to bail.