My day and you can have it
Nov. 13th, 2007 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdNote to Tribble:
playing Thundering Herd of Wildebeests across the floor to yowl out the window is excusable.
playing Thundering Herd of Wildebeests across the back of Mom's neck at 5 AM is a one-way ticket becoming the new strings on Dad's violin.
***
Oatmeal, peanut butter on whole wheat and ramen for dinner.
I will be pleased when we have money again.
***
Card from Mom. She's a character. 40th birthday, she sends check 1140 for $40.
Card from the D-Man.
***
request for pre-edits for Glad Hands and "Burning for Eight Days" (which is going to Exotika).
*headdesk* *headdesk*
hence the icon
"Remove all colons, slashes and parentheses." D'oh! the nanobots are parenthetical.
There are 64 colons in Glad hands. It's a bad habit, I confess. I write in lists. It's a habit I'm trying to break with Alive on the inside.
***
Speaking of, 23K
He led Nick to the animal tent. The creatures crowded around him. He first patted the horse, and then, to Nick's great surprise the unicorn.
“How in the world can you touch it? I mean--”
“You mean with my drinking and smoking and very active sex life?” Torturo grinned as the unicorn poked him a little searching for a treat. He fed it a carrot. “It's not about who you fuck, Nick, It's about truth. She only deals with those who are truly themselves. Those who are trying to be what they aren't, she has no use for.”
He fed all the animals, Nick watching as the two-headed pig buried both mouths in the trough, before returning to the unicorn to brush her out and polish her hooves and horn.
“It's pretty,” Nick said softly. “It loved Lisa.”
“Your girl was exactly what she seemed. I'll bet she didn't let you within five feet.” He looked at the unicorn and smoothed her mane, “Did you, precious?”
“I don't understand. I'm honest.” Nick pulled away as the pig, finished with its food, investigated his shoelaces. “Don't like animals much anyway.”
playing Thundering Herd of Wildebeests across the floor to yowl out the window is excusable.
playing Thundering Herd of Wildebeests across the back of Mom's neck at 5 AM is a one-way ticket becoming the new strings on Dad's violin.
***
Oatmeal, peanut butter on whole wheat and ramen for dinner.
I will be pleased when we have money again.
***
Card from Mom. She's a character. 40th birthday, she sends check 1140 for $40.
Card from the D-Man.
***
request for pre-edits for Glad Hands and "Burning for Eight Days" (which is going to Exotika).
*headdesk* *headdesk*
hence the icon
"Remove all colons, slashes and parentheses." D'oh! the nanobots are parenthetical.
There are 64 colons in Glad hands. It's a bad habit, I confess. I write in lists. It's a habit I'm trying to break with Alive on the inside.
***
Speaking of, 23K
He led Nick to the animal tent. The creatures crowded around him. He first patted the horse, and then, to Nick's great surprise the unicorn.
“How in the world can you touch it? I mean--”
“You mean with my drinking and smoking and very active sex life?” Torturo grinned as the unicorn poked him a little searching for a treat. He fed it a carrot. “It's not about who you fuck, Nick, It's about truth. She only deals with those who are truly themselves. Those who are trying to be what they aren't, she has no use for.”
He fed all the animals, Nick watching as the two-headed pig buried both mouths in the trough, before returning to the unicorn to brush her out and polish her hooves and horn.
“It's pretty,” Nick said softly. “It loved Lisa.”
“Your girl was exactly what she seemed. I'll bet she didn't let you within five feet.” He looked at the unicorn and smoothed her mane, “Did you, precious?”
“I don't understand. I'm honest.” Nick pulled away as the pig, finished with its food, investigated his shoelaces. “Don't like animals much anyway.”
