*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

[(Anonymous)]

Rodney.

[(Anonymous)]

What?

[(Anonymous)]

Why the hell would I make out with anyone but you?

[(Anonymous)]

How - that is, why - you, you just do this every now and then, and I get -

Oh great, the data set for that entire simulation got corrupted, this is what happens when I let you distract me, Colonel Trouser Snake.

[(Anonymous)]

That's Colonel 'Next-of-Kin' Trouser Snake, thank you.

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, well. Uh. You know I do, too, right? With, uh - I'm heading to the transporter now, you have lube, right? I forgot, who am I talking to, of course you do, I'll be right there.