*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

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Don't you insult my punctuation, Rodney McKay. My intelligence, maybe. My punctuation? NEVER.

But we objectify because we love! Or at the very least, lust. If you want it to stop, you should stop being so sexy.

[(Anonymous)]

Funny. That's what my very first thesis advisor said to me. Though in fairness, she didn't say 'sexy', she said 'jailbait piece of ass.'

I still have nightmares. The woman practically had an Adam's apple.

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Aww, poor Dr. McKay. Did she scare you? Well, I promise my throat is entirely Adam's apple free. Just so you don't have any flashbacks. Would you like a hug? I promise not to grope you. Much.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, are you related to Cadman? You are, aren't you, she's from one of those podunk Mid-West potato states, too.