Roadtrip BABY!
London is pestering me to write this because time is running out… ticking down… fading away… and I keep smacking her on the nose with a rolled up newspaper and telling her it’s 3 WEEKS and a week is a lifetime and leave me alone.
It’s the Penn Dutch blood in me, you see, we’re always late. I was even 4 days late being born. Not something I mind so long as I can be late to my own death. Three weeks is forever away and pffffft
So here’s the big announcemen…
London is moving. I know, I know gave ya chills huh?
She is moving to my little small town to be a better minion and so we can be face to face to take over the world with boy smut. I mean it’s not easy to telecommute a yaoi empire! Trust me we’ve tried… the time zone differences alone are impossible and really how can you build a compound able to stand up to the feds from like 10 states away and if she isn’t here in person who will drink the cool aid?
<ahem>
So yes, London and the Shar Pei with killer gas are moving from Arizona to Pennsylvania. And I said okay, I’ll help you find an apartment and all that crap one day while we were on the phone and I hear her in the background as she’s walking the dog say this:
“Oh no he’s a sweetie, he’s a big ol, baby, really Mr. Strange-Creepy-Guy, he won’t hurt you, it’s okay, and I live alone and right over there and the locks on these apartments are shitty and SURE you can easily break in and rape and murder me and the dog? He’s a sweetheart and will let you!”
Okay, maybe she didn’t ACTUALLY say it that way but she may as well have. And I’m thinking…London on road trip through the south, alone… and had flashes of her becoming some cross country trucker’s bitch in the back of his cab. Don’t laugh, it’s happened.
So what was I supposed to do? I said “Hey…I’ll fly out there and drive back with you.”
Mind you, I’m not agoraphobic or anything but I LIKE staying home. I LIKE not leaving my office. I LIKE not seeing real people. I feel all safe and squishy and happy sitting in my office knowing I can burb and fart and scratch myself without consequences. But I also like London to not be kidnapped and found in a ditch.
So. February 17th 2008 I am venturing from my cave to fly to Detroit, to Minneapolis, to Tucson. Where London, the dog and I will load up her things in her car and start a road trip home.
We’re going to go to Tombstone, we’re going to go to Roswell, we’re going to go look for Diamonds at the Diamond Crater National Park, we’re going to wing it and stop to see cheesy road side stuff. We are hopefully not going to end up some truckers bitch.
There will be some (maybe) modifications to the posting of chapters but they will go up. We will take pictures and hopefully cause some trouble and hopefully arrive safely home in a few days time.
Cross fingers for us and be very afraid…very afraid!
January 28th, 2008 at 2:31 pm
be safe… all of you…. not realy sure who to be more worried about but… *shrug* maybe the dog. lol
January 28th, 2008 at 6:00 pm
Dude! Crater of Diamonds is so cool~ Good luck with the rock hunting!
January 29th, 2008 at 6:31 pm
Be safe, and have alot of fun! Wish you were stopping by jersey but X3.
Have a kickass time
January 30th, 2008 at 5:05 pm
Hi there! Knew you had to be kindred spirit! Wait till I show my oldest son this…(My inner otter is rolling around laughing its tail off right now.)
Question: When is agoraphobia not agoraphobia?
My oldest is always accusing me of being agoraphobic and I tell him it is not agoraphobic to not want to leave your nice comfy otter den. –That is what the family calls my office…– I have a big exec chair that I can curl up in, yaoi on my compy, a pail of virtual clams and belly rocks to throw at people, and a container of marbles to prove I haven’t lost all of mine. Besides, I don’t have to worry that I’ll tempted to throw a real belly rock or clam at sheeple when they piss me off. (Otter chants, “Throw it! Throw it!”–Bad otter trying to lead me into temptation! No cookies for you!)
Anyway, have a safe trip and lots of fun. BTW, “If I Lay Here” rocks. Definitely my new fave.
P.S. How do you go about acquiring a minion? I sooo need to get one.
February 1st, 2008 at 6:34 pm
OOOOh!!! Sounds like fun! I identify with the wanting to stay in the cozy den. I rarely want to leave mine. Sometimes my husband has to drag me kicking and screaming. I want a minion too - and an otter (just think of the mischief that could follow). hehehehehe
February 1st, 2008 at 7:51 pm
Wow… this post was definitely up there in the random sense… I like it though… It gives a glimpse into the everyday life of Sarah ((Goddess of Man-smut))…
So anyhow… I know how you feel… I love being snuggled up in my nice comfy den… Makes me happy ^_^… And thank for being the only woman I know who will admit to burping, farting, and scratching yourself… That actually made LOL… And I don’t usually use that term because I’m a writer myself and most purposeful mispellings/abbreviations annoy me… except for maybe OMG… Oh my God is too much of a pain to spell out all the time -__-… Love the little face thingys though ^_^!!! Anyway… That was a pretty random tangent, so perhaps it’s best to cut off here and just say, “Good luck, be safe, have fun, and be back soon so you can write lots of smut for us!!!”
February 5th, 2008 at 9:17 pm
Hehe, you’ll be a half hour out from me! have a safe trip.
February 7th, 2008 at 4:58 am
Wow, Roswell! From pics I’ve seen the place is naff as hell, I wish I was going.
My main concern for you guys is being trapped for days in a car with a dog that has chronic gas…..
XD
February 10th, 2008 at 3:15 pm
LOL I guess I would count as an otter… I like just being a cavewoman… Thing is I hadn’t thought about how much of a homebody I’ve become until right now. As much as I’m looking forward to this trip I really feel oddly sick about leaving home. How odd huh!
And I don’t just burp, fart and scratch, I happily do so. My mother is extremely proper, ’snot’ is a vulgar dirty word to her. I think I was seventeen before I farted without feeling guilty. Now I’ve embraced my inner nastiness and find perverse glee in being alone and belching.
And gee is naff as hell a good thing? should we be afraid?