i own american gods. read a couple of chapters. thought it was interesting, with the 'hiding' of divinities in real life. wasn't caught by his prose style. began writing. etc.
ok!
fic has been sent. er. please don't kill me for how much it sucks, at the end.
*hides*
er, and i'm home tonight.... you could call me when you're done...?
Yeah, I can't really say why I like him so much... ^_^;;
But I've burned the chapters to cd because I have to work tonight and maybe if my computer isn't completely dead I'll be able to read it but you could still call me tonight if you'd like I've got to run love you. <3
mitchan just came home and things are not good with her father (you've got her friended, so i'm assuming you know the general details). i'm taking her to the movies, to see the Dumb Movie her brother did CG on (he lives in LA and works for a CG studio and is a really cool, intelligent guy).
so, i won't be around this evening because we'll be off rotting mitchan's brain.
I sat back in my chair and my co-worker was like, did you just have an orgasm or something? To which I was coherent and said something like 'gieefeff jred jfdsif Draco omg dfjei *points at screen*
He patted my head and bought me french fries. ^^;;
Admittedly, it's the same reaction I originally have every time I read a chapter of PoL.
Seriously, I had to keep stopping while reading, and the customers kept giving me the strangest looks. I mean, why should they care that I'm moving the fastest they've ever seen me and chewing on my nails as I scurry back to my computer? Honestly.
you do me good. right when i think i am just that sucky at writing and can never do a story justice *cough*whati'mwriting now*cough* you say something wonderful and i think i have some small talent.
(not really wanting to write right now because i am so embarrassed by my boy's stupidity. have actually been saying things like, "you can't be serious" and "get a fricking clue" out loud. but, i have to persevere Or Else. *sighs and looks wistfully in your direction*)
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I genuinely think either Neverwhere or American Gods is my favorite of his, although Stardust has a special place in my heart just because.
And send it to my hotmail! *is excited*
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ok!
fic has been sent. er. please don't kill me for how much it sucks, at the end.
*hides*
er, and i'm home tonight.... you could call me when you're done...?
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But I've burned the chapters to cd because I have to work tonight and maybe if my computer isn't completely dead I'll be able to read it but you could still call me tonight if you'd like I've got to run love you. <3
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mitchan just came home and things are not good with her father (you've got her friended, so i'm assuming you know the general details). i'm taking her to the movies, to see the Dumb Movie her brother did CG on (he lives in LA and works for a CG studio and is a really cool, intelligent guy).
so, i won't be around this evening because we'll be off rotting mitchan's brain.
email or call me and tell me what you think. ^^;
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Also: First Response? *gibbers*
I sat back in my chair and my co-worker was like, did you just have an orgasm or something? To which I was coherent and said something like 'gieefeff jred jfdsif Draco omg dfjei *points at screen*
He patted my head and bought me french fries. ^^;;
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*loves*
sent you PoL again. mwah. =^__^=
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Admittedly, it's the same reaction I originally have every time I read a chapter of PoL.
Seriously, I had to keep stopping while reading, and the customers kept giving me the strangest looks. I mean, why should they care that I'm moving the fastest they've ever seen me and chewing on my nails as I scurry back to my computer? Honestly.
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you do me good. right when i think i am just that sucky at writing and can never do a story justice *cough*whati'mwriting now*cough* you say something wonderful and i think i have some small talent.
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And if you have only a small bit of talent, I weep for what that means for me. ;_;
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you are not allowed to insult yourself. meh.
no weeping for you!
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Your icon, however, is scary. :P
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merf.
i don't like you right now.
and it is, isn't it.
(not really wanting to write right now because i am so embarrassed by my boy's stupidity. have actually been saying things like, "you can't be serious" and "get a fricking clue" out loud. but, i have to persevere Or Else. *sighs and looks wistfully in your direction*)
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And yes, scary icon. ^^;;
Also, Judah? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA SEVEN YEAR OLD PUPPY LOVE IS BRILLIANT.
*snuggles you*
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*loves my icon*
*shoots self in eyes* judah, argh.
*snuggles back*
going to bed now, i think. i'm too tired to deal with his overwhelming stupidity (emotions). sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
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I'm sad because my laptop memory is unavailable. It is dying, and I am useless. *sobs*