*verklempt*
Jan. 11th, 2007 01:59 pmOh 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*
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*
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Date: 2007-01-11 11:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-11 11:31 pm (UTC). . . wait, this is a question with an answer so obvious I wonder why I'm posing it.
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Date: 2007-01-11 11:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-11 11:42 pm (UTC)Well, she warned Jeannie about boys like you. Me, she warned about Sarah Harviston, but I think you and she had similar experiences underneath the bleachers in high school, so I think the analogy stands.
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Date: 2007-01-11 11:45 pm (UTC)mmmmm.
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Date: 2007-01-11 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-12 12:11 am (UTC)Slide a hand over your bare belly.
Scratch your nails along the inside of one thigh.
Or . . . I could just do that while I wait for you.
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Date: 2007-01-12 12:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-12 12:23 am (UTC)I didn't shave today, you know.
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Date: 2007-01-12 12:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-12 12:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-12 12:52 am (UTC)