Big Echoey Space

[roxy]

See this spot? This is an empty spot. It's supposed to be filled with Chapter 4 of Summer Story. But my beloved mate, the father of my child, the captain of our ship, the love of my life, I'd go so far as to say my soul-mate, has fucked me over and stole my computer and I can't get to my files and I don't have the revised copy here, so* takes deep breath* here we have nothing.

Fiddle-dee-dee! I'm not bitter! Not at all! I'll just sit at the hamster driven computer and smile smile smile. Smile 'til my face aches and my jaw creaks and my teeth squeak and...pooh. Bloody hell.
*sigh*
I love him, really I do.

Comments

[tabaqui]

*pets you really hard*
Poor thing!!
Tell him give over!!
*grrrrrrrr*

[rachelmap.livejournal.com]

That's so shitty when you're in a mood to write. It drives me absolutlely nuts when my husband does that to me. Oh well, maybe you can get caught up on your reading, or something.

[beet]

When I was in preschool and someone was playing with a toy I wanted, I'd pick a toy I didn't want to play with and sit next to them. Then they get all interested in the (crap) toy and abandon the one I really wanted.

I know men aren't 4 year olds, but try cooking some bacon or something and see if he abandons the computer.

bt <-- practical advice.

[prim-rose-etta.livejournal.com]

geeez! I took you seriously! I was going to go get some of us together to go force the transfer of files.

:eyeroll:

[suzvoy.livejournal.com]

Argh! *hugs*

[fromward.livejournal.com]

*hugs tight*

*offers chocolate-covered Whitney*

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Shall I tell you a story to take your mind off the horror of the hamster driven pc? What shall it be? The only time I ever went toilet papering and we dipped tampons in red food coloring and hung them like Christmas ornaments from the tree in the front yard? Perhaps the story of Herman, the worm who lives in my knee? What about the time I dislocated my knee hiking and was carried down the mountain with a splint made of bras and taken home in the trunk? Hmmm. Oh, I know! I shall tell you the story of my favorite game as a wee preteen girl.

My favorite game was librarian or church as a little girl, but when I got just a little older I made a new game. Video store owner. I made little membership cards for my whole family and ruthlessly charged late fees and organized the videos first by genre and then alphabetically by director. My mother tried to encourage my artistic side by cooing over my extensive advertizing campaign for my little video store. Being an enterprizing young entrupanuer, I branched out into advertising for other products, but the video store was my first love.

There. Are you diverted? Ah, well. No one can say I didn't try. *hugs*

[elli.livejournal.com]

omg... I need to hex for SO.
I can't wait for next part. *fidgesinseat*