TextSlash

authors of yesterday's textslashiness have been revealed. and the winnah, as they say in the greater boston area, is...

Faith was shirtless and reclining on the couch. There was chocolate everywhere. "It's not what it looks like," phineasjones said, licking a finger. by jjtaylor

i rather like that one myself, though mmm_cake wasn't as fond. but i explained, it wasn't what it looked like and she is the only one i want to eat chocolate... um... with. :)

which leads me to today's topic which i am making up in my head even as i type this...

TextSlash 15: i'll be in my bunk

alternative title: wanking! and yes, when i type that with the exclamation point, i'm remembering starbuckle shouting the word into one of those unfortunate lulls in crowd volume as we waited in line for hp:poa. good times. right, so. wanking. alone, with company... needing to wank. anything, i don't care. just help me not think about how much i want to poke santa's eyeballs out.

spiel: up to 145 characters, sent to me by text message today between 8:30 and 5 est. if it doesn't automatically say it's from you, put your name (or some variation recognizable to me) in the little box. and for the love of god, people, DON'T PASTE FROM WORD. it doesn't work. and to be cautious, it may be best to avoid apostrophe use. i'll fill them in when i post them here, not to worry. and if it's not too much trouble, send the same text to me by e-mail (phineasjones at livejournal dot com) or leave it as an anonymous comment.

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oh tuesday, dear tuesday. please be nicer to me than monday was. please? i'll give you cookies.

it's farm day. that might help. if the thunderstorm predicted for this evening doesn't interrupt our veggie-picking fun. also, annelarissa and i are to do some singing.

because that ensemble that had the workshop we went to is back in town. and the man who is a composer and gave us a copy of his really cool soprano duets happened to eat at the restaurant where anney works the other day and... now we're going to go sing his piece for him tomorrow night. um. eek? i kind of wish this weren't going to be happening in the same space where the workshop was. but that's where he is, what can you do? it's more like i wish i could declare myself entirely over that emotional fiasco of a week. but i think it will just be him. and he seems like one of the nicer members... and i was stupid to get so worked up about it in the first place so it would be even more stupid to get worked up about it again now, right? right. fine. meh.

would it be too much to ask for a sudden, blinding blizzard that would prevent me from being able to go to work right now?

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ooh, do i hear thunder? oh, please, please.

so look how it's 10:30 and i'm just finally posting. it's been a long, hot day, y'all. after work (during which boss guy, did, in fact, ask my opinion. and i gave it to him, though in my annoyingly polite fashion) we went to the farm. it was just too hot to be out in the fields. too hot and too humid. and buggy. i was not the happy farm girl i usually am. still, yummy veggies and pretty flowers. those are good. and then there was dinner and then annelarssa and i practiced and i think we're in pretty good shape for tomorrow. the songs are difficult but they're also beautiful and i'm looking forward to hearing the composer's thoughts on them.

so, the textslash? yeah. well, it's late. and there were only two (a fabulous two) entries today. only one of which actually made it to my phone. so. i think i'll just extend yesterday's challenge. because... well, i can.

i would really like to read something now. there's been too much not-reading in my day.

oh yes, but first, to have another look at jjtaylor's brilliantly eloquent thoughts on writing the bring back black challenge.