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It's becoming more and more clear that my novel writing path has taken a turn for the worse (at least temporarily) (unless you're reading "future agent") (in which case, my ass is glued to the writing chair), but those four blooming buds of talent and hottness have awakened the old promoter/publicist in me that (again), I thought had died off. So, sorry to be REPETITIVE. So, sorry to be REPETITIVE. Whoopsi.
Random Fact: I walked around with a sticker on my ass pretty much all day. I went to the store. Out to lunch. OUT. OUT. OUT. No one said an effing word.
Random Fact: I admit. I've watched Brady's interview (on my sidebar)...well...let's just say the computer finally said "YOU KNOW WTF HE'S GOING TO SAY! LEAVE ME THE EFF ALONE, WOMAN!" Because of this, and the whole anniversary thingy, I thought it'd be fitting to do the same thing with the hubs but something went terribly wrong during production...
**Disclaimer: The hubs is, in fact, a BR80 fan**
The winner of Brady's current read, John Irving's A Widow for One Year is: JUDE!
I have your email and will be contacting you as soon as I get my New Meds fix :)
Until tomorrow, friends, have you ever walked around with TP or stickers or food in your teeth and not had a single person tell you?