I am very embarrassed to say that I have not yet mailed the fabulous prize out to the winner of my Anita Blake trivia contest! Poor Tiffky is much deprived, and though she has politely not commented on her missing loot, I am sure that late at night when she is alone she may shed a quiet tear or two because she does not have an erotic poster of Jean-Claude the vampire with this Hand Down his Pants.
I swear, I'll mail it this week. Troll's Honor!
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Aha, this must be the explanation for my unaccountable moroseness! Also my strange urge to fornicate with the undead.
p.s. I'm moving on Friday and will be address-less for a bit, so if you haven't sent it yet, you may want to hold on to it until I am no longer homeless.
moving!!!!?
Where to? Oh, you said you don't know...will you be at your parents' for a while? Hey, did you graduate??!
OMG Tiffky! You ARE graduating, I knew it! Just looked in your blog and saw the new entries. this is my comment to your blog:
You never seem cliched to me at all! I love your writing because it is so thoughtful and articulate, even when you are expressing your frustation with words as a means of communication.
I know that empty it's-all-done feeling you are talking about; somethines I get that feeling just looking at other people who are graduating.
Just so you know, you are always welcome here!
I feel that this is enough disjointed monologue for one comment, so signing off!
Yup, I done been gradumated. It's still weird.
Thanks for your nice comments about my writing! Perhaps they will inspire me to do it again soon. I hope you know how much I enjoy your blog as well. I'll send you more info in an email soon.
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