Recently overheard:
"I don't need a twelve-step program. I need intravenous drugs."
"Should we go to church? Or should we go to Big Lots?"
From a kid of about three: "Hey, Laura. You know how our dog died?"
And the spam subject line of the week: Your Weekend Filled With Breasts.
Sorry to have been so long absent. I had houseguests for a while, and then I was a houseguest for a while, anad then I came home and had a violent allergic reaction to my house, and then I was pissy and out of sorts -- well, all right, I'm still pissy and out of sorts, but I'm getting better now that I've stopped taking the medicine that requires me to give up caffeine.
If you know me, and you have any ideas about what sort of bribery and/or threats might make me write something other than the stupid Second Romance Novel, please tell either me or the local enforcers, because I would really kind of like to be a slasher again rather than being a slasher emeritus.
"I don't need a twelve-step program. I need intravenous drugs."
"Should we go to church? Or should we go to Big Lots?"
From a kid of about three: "Hey, Laura. You know how our dog died?"
And the spam subject line of the week: Your Weekend Filled With Breasts.
Sorry to have been so long absent. I had houseguests for a while, and then I was a houseguest for a while, anad then I came home and had a violent allergic reaction to my house, and then I was pissy and out of sorts -- well, all right, I'm still pissy and out of sorts, but I'm getting better now that I've stopped taking the medicine that requires me to give up caffeine.
If you know me, and you have any ideas about what sort of bribery and/or threats might make me write something other than the stupid Second Romance Novel, please tell either me or the local enforcers, because I would really kind of like to be a slasher again rather than being a slasher emeritus.