*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)]

Try not to get your ass kicked too thoroughly, because I fully intend to impede your ability to walk myself. Over an extended period of time.

Sheppard, everyone knows you don't have that hair by accident. That, that mop is the kind of hair which takes forethought--actually, I'm sure so many chemicals have been applied to it over the years that I wouldn't be surprised if it has evolved enough to be capable of forethought by itself.

[(Anonymous)]

I like your version of not-walking better than his.

See you in my quarters in an hour?

[(Anonymous)]

And that is why I'm the genius, and you're the guy about to be beaten into a sweaty pulp because of your alcohol fuelled indiscretions.

Already there. I'm waiting.