*verklempt*

[trinityofone]

Oh my God! Not ten minutes after I made that last post, flowers arrived for me! Talk about timing! At first I thought it was from a publisist—the other Associate Editor, who does parties, is always getting gift baskets from club promoters—but it was from John and Rodney! Well, that's what the card said, anyway. ;-)

Whoever you are, thank you so, SO much. I am so touched— I love all of you and I'm so glad I have this place to bitch and squee and mourn and rejoice in. Thank you.

*huge, enveloping hugs*

Comments

[amireal.livejournal.com]

I feel compelled to point out that it's January, about as far from July as you can get.

As a jew here, I have to say that a pick me up gift isn't complete until there's food. And maybe a warm sweater.

*eyes both of you*

Is that his shirt?

[(Anonymous)]

Uh - hi?

And did you miss the part about Meat of the Month. October's like - ostrich gonads or something.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Hi! *looks cheerful*

Considering how cold I run my AC-- *shrug*.

Though you have a point on the exotic scale. But I do feel food in general is not a track that should be overturned out of hand.

Oh hey, English major also!

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, I'm not against food. Chocolate? Chocolate's good. Beans out of a can. Slim Jims. Doritos. You know, the good stuff.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Chicken soup.

*nods sagely* And DVDs.

[(Anonymous)]

. . . you eat DVDs?

[amireal.livejournal.com]

*eyes you*

This is why Rodney resorts to things like tying your shoe laces together.

[(Anonymous)]

That was one time, I do not know why he keeps bringing it up.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Because on you, that look is adorable.