The hell with this. Do you know what this journal name sounds like to me? "Electrogirl" makes me sound like some kind of cheesy superhero, helping people or whatever ( Read more... )

Things are never dull in L.A ( Read more... )

Not that any of you care, but I'm posting anyway. Nothing in life has been earth-shattering enough lately to write it down ( Read more... )

I've discovered another side benefit of my new accessory. Things like this don't give me massive headaches anymore. I've become a big fan of modern technology ( Read more... )

Charles appeared on my doorstep the other night. Told me that either the world was about to end and he'd be off on some alternate dimension pleasure cruise or we were all about to lose the last few months. Yes, this time, I believed him. He was upset about it, but honestly... Not much of a choice, is it? Time for a re-write ( Read more... )

I was set for a nice evening at home. I'd just opened a bottle of Riesling, I'd ordered up some Thai food, and I was half watching last week's repeat of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy - there's a new episode on later - when the phone rang. My habit lately has been to let the machine get it, so I didn't move.

It was Charles. I'd heard that he ( Read more... )

The job's done. No problems at all. Got the finial, no muss, no fuss. Even got the job done with a museum full of tourists.

Will call Ms. Jameson in the morning and arrange for delivery. I'm not looking forward to that, as she'd said it would be at her office, which means I might see someone I know there. Didn't tell him I was doing some ( Read more... )

My meeting went about as well as meetings like that usually go. But, we will be able to do some business, and maybe more after this first one. The job will be a cinch. I'd feel bad taking her money if things like that bothered me. She wants me to keep in touch by e-mail, which is fine by me, but it has to be this "official" e-mail she gave me ( Read more... )

It's about damn time. Phone doesn't ring these days unless it's him and half the time when he calls I don't answer anyway. Time was my services were sought after. Does nobody need anything "acquired" anymore, for god's sake? Is the world economy so bad that people can't afford me anymore? I will not lower my rates. It's not that I need money ( Read more... )

I'm having trouble with this concept.

He had sex with a dead woman. A walking, talking dead woman, but still dead. But more importantly, he had sex with a woman who isn't me. It's not like I'm looking for a white picket fence and a minivan, but if he's playing the field, I'd like to know ( Read more... )