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Rather than bitching about life, I will write about something good for once. My friends - the ones that keep me on a relatively even keel, the people that have seen me when I'm not at my best, seen me at my best, and still stick around.
I write chapters about Kellie - you'd probably think she's the only friend I have or something ... so it's time I talk about the others I know and love (or at least like a lot).
Shawn - one of the many reasons I should visit California sometime. I mean, besides Nessa (in Anaheim), Kellie, my fave sex shops - Good Vibrations & Blowfish, and the fact that I've never been to California. Shawn is someone that if I'm having a godawful, 'just kill me now' sort of day, he comes around and I can't help but smile. That is, when he doesn't have me almost blushing with his kind words. The fact that he hears a Barenaked Ladies song and says that he thought of me ... that's really sweet, in my mind. :)
Josh - Another cool, funny guy friend. Someone I should get off my slacker ass & write to again soon. I've mentioned him before, talked about how he's also a sweet guy. One of my Smut Mavens - someone that really likes my stories, and likes talking to me. And, I like talking to him, too.
Nessa - My partner in crime. We'd met on a BNL fan board that seemed to have a heirarchy that rivals only Metallica fans. (Yes, apparently there are only 10 people in the world that are *TRUE* Barenaked Ladies fans. And they like to remind you that they are true fans, and *you* are scum of the earth for getting into *their* band as far into the game as you did. Even if it was in '92.) Still, we bonded thanks to that common enemy, and found that we had more than just that band of fully-dressed Canadian Men in common (although, honestly, would you listen to a band called "Fully-Dressed Men"? Probably not).
My fellow Smut Mavens on the "Adult Fanfic" board (aka - the porn ghetto) - yes, we were exiled to our own corner of the 'net for being bad bad girls (and a boy) and writing hot smut and slash. Before anyone lights into us for writing what we do, let me speak in defense of my Mavens: most of us are in relationships, a few are married with families. So, we're obviously pretty well grounded in reality. Even if I probably am the token bisexual of the group. (Something they don't know about me ... methinks they'd be a bit surprised that one of their own likes girls and guys.)
And, of course, I can't forget you - the readers! :-D You wouldn't be reading this unless you wanted to, right? And if you're reading this - thanks for being around.
Rather than bitching about life, I will write about something good for once. My friends - the ones that keep me on a relatively even keel, the people that have seen me when I'm not at my best, seen me at my best, and still stick around.
I write chapters about Kellie - you'd probably think she's the only friend I have or something ... so it's time I talk about the others I know and love (or at least like a lot).
Shawn - one of the many reasons I should visit California sometime. I mean, besides Nessa (in Anaheim), Kellie, my fave sex shops - Good Vibrations & Blowfish, and the fact that I've never been to California. Shawn is someone that if I'm having a godawful, 'just kill me now' sort of day, he comes around and I can't help but smile. That is, when he doesn't have me almost blushing with his kind words. The fact that he hears a Barenaked Ladies song and says that he thought of me ... that's really sweet, in my mind. :)
Josh - Another cool, funny guy friend. Someone I should get off my slacker ass & write to again soon. I've mentioned him before, talked about how he's also a sweet guy. One of my Smut Mavens - someone that really likes my stories, and likes talking to me. And, I like talking to him, too.
Nessa - My partner in crime. We'd met on a BNL fan board that seemed to have a heirarchy that rivals only Metallica fans. (Yes, apparently there are only 10 people in the world that are *TRUE* Barenaked Ladies fans. And they like to remind you that they are true fans, and *you* are scum of the earth for getting into *their* band as far into the game as you did. Even if it was in '92.) Still, we bonded thanks to that common enemy, and found that we had more than just that band of fully-dressed Canadian Men in common (although, honestly, would you listen to a band called "Fully-Dressed Men"? Probably not).
My fellow Smut Mavens on the "Adult Fanfic" board (aka - the porn ghetto) - yes, we were exiled to our own corner of the 'net for being bad bad girls (and a boy) and writing hot smut and slash. Before anyone lights into us for writing what we do, let me speak in defense of my Mavens: most of us are in relationships, a few are married with families. So, we're obviously pretty well grounded in reality. Even if I probably am the token bisexual of the group. (Something they don't know about me ... methinks they'd be a bit surprised that one of their own likes girls and guys.)
And, of course, I can't forget you - the readers! :-D You wouldn't be reading this unless you wanted to, right? And if you're reading this - thanks for being around.
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Date: 2002-08-12 07:11 pm (UTC)YYYYYYEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
"Shawn"
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Date: 2002-08-12 07:18 pm (UTC)thanks Shawn ;)