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Hmm, I hope this comment is going in the right place. I wanna vote for “in ma pants”
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by Candy • Monday, May 15, 2006 at 11:36 AM
(Apologies to Lilith for ripping off the subject line.)
Hey, speaking of inappropriately close relationships between readers and authors: I had dinner with Lilith Saintcrow and Nina Merill last night. Wow.
Picture three 12-year-old nerd boys hopped up on sugar, South Park episodes and Lord of the Rings fanfic. Now picture them trapped in the bodies of hyperarticulate adult women.
No, hey, come back! It was awesome! Really! Nothing got broken, even, though I might’ve ruptured a couple of eardrums from my non-stop cackling.
I had a tremendously fun time. I’d even say it was the most fun I’d had in a while, if it hadn’t been for the barbecue on Saturday where I saw a friend drink from a four-liter bottle of Carlo Rossi blush wine. With his pinky up. Through a bendy straw. That had a pink flamingo wrapped around it.
Man, my weekend really rocked.
Anyway, you can read more details on Lilith’s blog. In addition to her account, here are some sentences that were said at some point during the night, stripped from context for maximum what-the-fuckage:
“Do you want to disgorge, Herbert? Oh yes, you know you’re ready to disgorge!”
“You don’t normally get blisters from not wearing panties. *pause* That is, unless you’re doing something you really shouldn’t.”
“See, if somebody punched me in the nose, I’d be REALLY PISSED OFF because they’d ruin my nose piercing, and goddammit, I paid good money for that piercing.”
“He told me that doing Gollum impressions in bed is instant bonerdeath.”
“Is this another cow anus moment?”
“Hey, if you want to pop your cherry, I’d be so happy to pop it with you!”
Man, I’m so glad Sarah and I decided to start up Smart Bitches--we’ve met some cool-ass people through this website. GROUP HUG!
OK, that’s enough. Now go bitch smartly in one of our many contentious threads.
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Categories: But...that's not really about romance novels
Categories: But...that's not really about romance novels
And to think I used to fear this thing called “growing up.”
Now I can bravely look forward to my twenties without anxiety about turning into my grandmother. (Love you Granma!)
Anyway--thank you guys.
It’s like grade 12 spare block in the library all over again.
*grin* I had a great time too, Candy. Embarassingly great.
Off I go to hack at that fantasy ms. again…
Picture three 12-year-old nerd boys hopped up on sugar, South Park episodes and Lord of the Rings fanfic.
This is a scary image…
“He told me that doing Gollum impressions in bed is instant bonerdeath.”
It’s true. It’s really true.
(Which was supposed to be in the above comment, but computers hate me today)
Reminds me of the time I did Melrose Ave with my wife, a UCLA ENT resident, and a UCLA anesthesiology resident who liked to call herself (in third person) “the princess,” as in, “the princess doesn’t do Perrier.” Me and three smart women—heaven on Earth.
“You don’t normally get blisters from not wearing panties. *pause* That is, unless you’re doing something you really shouldn’t.”
Roflmao!
When Nina posted that she and Lili had scheduled a date with you, I turned green with envy. She then posted pictures of the desserts you three indulged in, and I grew even more jealous.
It sounds like you three had a fantastic time.
This is by far the funniest and most informative blog I have read, ever. You should be writing comedy professionally… but then again, who says you aren’t already… GREAT JOB!
05.15.06 at 03:51 PM |