I'm always with you in spirit... or whenever you suddenly desire a cookie or a cupcake... that's me in your heart...
Oh...
And being missed by Hizzizzle makes my heart have warm fuzzies.
Oh!
I'm always with you in spirit... or whenever you suddenly desire a cookie or a cupcake... that's me in your heart...
And being missed by Hizzizzle makes my heart have warm fuzzies.
I think we are all bimbos at heart.
I will not post in P&CE. I will not post in P&CE. Not even when someone suggests off-shoring editing as a way for trade publishers to cut costs.
and because some of us here are cat people:
I think we are all bimbos at heart.
I will not post in P&CE. I will not post in P&CE. Not even when someone suggests off-shoring editing as a way for trade publishers to cut costs.
I think we are all bimbos at heart.
This is why I don't own a cat.
I'm a dog person.
Zan, CONGRATS ON THE HOUSE!!!!
I have no energy left. I want to not be in my life.
Aaaaaaaaaaand that's our regularly scheduled "Oops, Someone Sent An E-Mail to Everyone By Mistake and Now Everyone MUST Respond With 'Reply All'" ballet.
Cantina meat isn't that bad, if you don't think to much about where it came from or...never mind.
I have never understood how hipsters reconcile their anti-corporate, anti-conformity stance with the fact that they all have iPads and iPhones. Despite the fact that they love irony, that one has always escaped them.
Geez, if World Fantasy Con Toronto turns into a Cantina Meetup, I may have to go on principle, and let the hubby go to Nekocon on his own. (!!)
I can haz 60k words?
*jazz hands*
I will not post in P&CE. I will not post in P&CE. Not even when someone suggests off-shoring editing as a way for trade publishers to cut costs.
ETA: I just realized her legs aren't skin toned and she's wearing tights of some sort.
Or perhaps they are just more tan than the rest of her. Maybe when she drives she just sticks her legs and pelvis out the car window. I'm sure it must happen.
Yeah, this is going in the Quote Book.
I'm a cat person because the idea of following around my pet in the morning before work and picking them up when they're fresh (and warm and soft) skeeeeeves me out like you would not *believe*.
(This is also why I have no children, I'll point out.)
(Well, not really. The no kids thing is more because there's no Mr. Gina, as I scare men, it seems. Or something.)
And you must watch this, it is a kitty filled with French ennui, and it's freaking hysterical. Thanks to Synonym in Susie's House of Funners and Floozers.
Finished my novel earlier tonight. As usual, I find myself mildly depressed after the fact. Not sure why that happens, but I'm always better the next day.
Finished...writing it? I get that, too, a letdown specific to writing.
Yeah, I guess it's probably some weird form of post-partum depression. You carry that thing in your head for months and then suddenly it's gone.
or the fact that the super duper computer reload yesterday garnered me not only Minesweeper and Solitaire, but Mahjong as well.
That's all I have really, unless you want to hear about my knitting or the possibilities of my bathroom cupboard, or the fact that the super duper computer reload yesterday garnered me not only Minesweeper and Solitaire, but Mahjong as well.
Well, at least my life hasn't come to this.
Good grief, what a world.
Finished my novel earlier tonight. As usual, I find myself mildly depressed after the fact. Not sure why that happens, but I'm always better the next day.