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[commotiocordis]

So, about Broken Arrow, OK.

I was going. Then I decided not to. Then I decided to go. And then my brother got all weird and bitchy at me, so I decided that I didn't want to spend 8 hours in a car with him. And then my mom put on the guilt, about how my grandmother is getting old, and this is probably one of the last times I'll see her. So I guess I'm going. I've got to pack. (Which consists of finding the least dirty clothes off of my bedroom floor and putting them in my handy dandy Xena duffle bag.)

But for now, I'm going to finish the very well written DS9 mpreg I'm reading (yeah, you didn't know I was into that, did you? Well, I'm generally not, but this is crazy well done and plausible medical-wise), read the rest of my emails, hope the reviews I just got (and haven't yet read) for a lot of my stories on ff.net aren't flames, and hope that people have posted some really good fic and that I have a lot of ink in the printer, as I've got 8 hours to kill in the morning.

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[geonncannon.livejournal.com]

Here's hoping your trip is a safe and fun one! Broken Arrow is, well... it's kind of far for a "hey, how are you?" trip from me. But it'll be nice knowing one of my LJ friends is in the state with me! *G*

[crashcart9.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the well-wishing.

I have an idea. You wave at any red Ford Winstars you see passing by, and I'll wave at. . . everybody, and then we may have waved to each other. (Emphasis on may.) ;)

[geonncannon.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Well, if anything, I'll be in either a green Oldsmobile car or a granite blue Chevrolet truck. ;-D I'll keep my eye out for ya! And I promise not to curse at any out-of-state drivers until I know you're back home. ;-D

[crashcart9.livejournal.com]

And I promise not to curse at any out-of-state drivers until I know you're back home.

I am floored by your courtesy. Though, if they're from, say, Texas, feel free to not suppress your foul-languaged desires on my account.

[saturn-hime.livejournal.com]

she hooked you, too. Oh, dear dog, whatever shall we do?

[crashcart9.livejournal.com]

She actually had me hooked in summer gym last year when we spent the running times telling each other about stories we had read the night before. There was a LotR one that was crazy long that she gave me updates on every day.

Good times, those. Good times.