Help Me, Writer Types: You're My Only Hope.

[stoney321]

I need to tweak a joke. You have it in you, I feel it. I BELIEVE IN YOU.

In this chapter (of Oh My Heck! I'm gonna try. Again. Sigh) I'm talking about how when the guys would go away on missions for two years, we girls were encouraged to sit in cold storage and wait for them, right? So all we did was can fruit and quilt things, and I'm trying to equate it to a [__something something__] trousseau. Like a bizarre fruity trousseau.

And that's not right.

*chin fists* Suggestions? Also, good god, it is no wonder I'm broken inside. But damn, do I have a sweet apocalypse pantry of peaches. In your face, undead!

Comments

Re: HEE.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Prop 8 was successful because the machine had it down already.

And COOL. I'd like to take you up on that, then. I'm still in polishing/refining stages right now, tho.

Re: HEE.

[kita0610.livejournal.com]

I ain't going anywhere.

Except maybe to tea with your icon because DAYUM.

Re: HEE.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I am currently stuck in a vortex of want for the person in this icon here. (And I will be in his face in a few months, reveling.)

Re: HEE.

[kita0610.livejournal.com]

IDK who he is, but I have an appreciation for his chest.

Re: HEE.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

He is the straight actor that plays the gay boyfriend to the gay kid on Glee, and he is delicious and lovely (and I think bi.)

I'm a dork, but you've known this for some time. ;)