I think I will get that printed as a t-shirt. Or maybe I'll just use it as an autoreply to everything for a day.
"Sweetheart, did you pay your car insurnace for the month?"
"Don't front like my shit's not tight, bitch!"
"Miss, you're simply overqualified for this position."
"Don't front like my shit's not tight, bitch!"
"Ms. G--, you need to come in for a transvaginal scan."
"Don't front like my shit's not tight, bitch!"
That would be hilarious, Erin.
(Of course, I laugh at sick shit.)
So do I. Heh. Don't tempt me.
"Your COBRA payment is 236.16."
"Don't front like my shit's not...wait, FUCK you!"
Dor. I just got that. It only took 4 hours.
D'OH!
heh. She was totally fronting like his shit wasn't tight, by the way.
Oh, lovely GWWers-- I need a reasonably cold read on my sixties story. Currently at six chapters. Not so much with the nuts and boltage, but more for flow, emotional depth and connection, and overall making sense. (Of course, if something really sucks or doesn't make sense, please, to let me know.)
Any takers?
And Amy, if you still haven't had time to read but would still like to, let me know and I'll send along fresh copy.
I could try, Barb.ETA: It's my ability to give good feedback I question, but I'd really like to read it!
And Amy, if you still haven't had time to read but would still like to, let me know and I'll send along fresh copy.
Yes, please! And I'm SO SORRY.
::hangs head::