Another day.
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Dear Max Q the Astronaut Band,
Google says you don't have an album. Google also says that you play NASA gigs. Ever thought of releasing a live album, like the best numbers that someone managed to record? I know someone's got to have recordings. And trust us, there are utter geeks out there who will happily try giving you a listen just because you're astronauts.
Love,
space-fangirl
"Bad Boys, JEDI Style" -- via
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This evening has been Laundry. The afternoon was Shopping. We have discovered that one of the staples of the household's grocery list is tortillas. I have discovered the spiffy convenience of wrapping sandwich stuff in a tortilla. Much better than crumby bread.
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Now, I write. The theme of next week is Smut Week, or Porn Week, or something along those lines. Since I am weird and I do weird things with the language, in my head when I say either smut or porn, I mean "whatever gets me going the very most." And since I am very much a romantic, I can get all worked up over some hand-holding if it's done the right way. The poor OC Sue is having all her buttons pushed, and they haven't gotten much past snuggling and holding hands. I may have to write this in several sittings.