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New stuff: Go fling invective at me at the negative Nohari window, too.
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- Orange
- I'm an all-purpose word geek: I write (blogs, plus a book), I edit (medical stuff), I read (mostly blogs and magazines...that stack of unread books glares at me from beneath the dust), and I play with words (crossword puzzles are a strong favorite).
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10 comments:
The nice thing about being the only one who has participated in that thing is that 100% of the participants agree with me so far. Hooray for me!
I couldn't do the NASCAR thing, but this was pretty easy.
So far we all think you're wicked smaht.
Can't I just call you smart, funny, and sexy, and leave it at that??
I was nice, even, in doing yours.
Do mine, do mine!
I also set up the Nohari. Cause you have to take the bad with the good, eh?
I'm such a dork. I did yours twice and chose differently. That's what I get off of one hour sleep.
Now I'm gonna do the really honest one....
Me too, Doctor Mama. I got kind of excited (yow!) by the Nascar prompt, and then realized it just is not within my powers. I think I could respectably pull off the pulsing love bulge and heaving bosom, but I'd be at a loss with the car stuff. I drive a Saturn, and I'd have enough trouble writing a romance novel excerpt set in the steamy-windowed world of a forest green Saturn sedan. This is why I am especially in awe of the amazing efforts of Orange's Nascar romancers, especially Feral Mom and Flutterby. Funny, funny shit.
Now I feel bad being the only one to go to the dark side. Poor Orange is 100% of everything awful I could painfully muster to check off.
People, please go there and tell Orange how terrible she is so as to take the pressure off of me.
The brash, insensitive bitch will never speak to me again and, the very worst fate, I will be removed from her blogroll, even tho I was the first to attempt a NASCAR entry.
I got your back, cricket. Mostly I picked the ones that I like the sound of: aloof, blase, brash! Especially aloof. aloof, aloof, aloof.
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