Stanley, please, for the love of God, don't call my phone and bitch me out. I'll get to it when I get to it.

What would a description of your *exact opposite* be like?Hm. Black gentile woman from the third-world with a husband and eight children. Toby had this factoid on a laminate piece of paper that he used to tape to every desk he's ever sat at ( Read more... )

I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

All day long I've had this tune in my head, and I couldn't get it out. Finally, I figured out that it was that old Sinatra tune, the one that goes, "I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places ( Read more... )

[In Manchester, New Hampshire ( Read more... )

New Hampshire is exactly the same as I remember it: fucking cold ( Read more... )

( Brief OOC Note )

Reflect on the past year in your muses life, canon or fanon. Did they have children? Did they find 'God', forsake God? Did they marry? Break up? What was this past year like in the life of your muse?Eh, much the same really. Came to work, kicked legislative ass, went to bed. Came to work, kicked legislative ass, went to bed. I don't have children, ( Read more... )

Do you believe in the possibility of a true friendship between a man and a woman?What exactly is a 'true' friendship? I suppose the more shallow out there in society think it has something to do with baring your soul, but I don't think that's really what 'true' friendship is about. Friendship is when it's three in the morning and you're looking up ( Read more... )

What do you have to be thankful for?I work for the President of the United States of America, Jed Bartlet, who is both the strongest and most compassionate man I have ever had the honor of getting into office. And the people I work with-- Leo, CJ, Toby, Sam, and Donnatella, they have my back. I don't worry about money, and I was blessed to be born ( Read more... )

Describe the best 24 hours you ever hadElection Night, November 1997. A year and a half of hard work, and planning, all down to one night. I was so nervous I almost (but did not) throw up in the bathroom at the Manchester house where the Bartlets and staff had gathered to watch the show. State after state, flicking blue, the strategy Leo and I had ( Read more... )