(Award-winning!) Smutty romance author with a day job, gamer with no free time, likes her own kids and no one else's, enjoys working out but still enjoys food
My husband used my clear packing tape and didn't fold over a little corner when he was done to make the edge easier for the next person to find, this is not acceptable.
I told my husband no less than thrice not to get red delicious apples because they are not, in fact, delicious, so you all know what he came home with.
Took some edibles, saw a friend's Facebook post about fencing and how it's so expensive in her area and asking people about estimates, and it took me a long-ass time to realize she wasn't talking about the sport and wants to enclose her yard.
I only watched Sex and the City sporadically back in the day, though I did read about the reboot, so I'm going to take this opportunity to point out that we do not discuss early 90s Law & Order era Chris Noth/Detective Logan nearly enough.
I'm trying to describe the sound of a rubber ball (you know, those big red ones we all played with as kids) bouncing on pavement. "Slap" seems a little too sharp, but "thud" doesn't seem bouncy enough. Thoughts?
(I guess I could just keep it simple with "bounce")
What's the movie quote you've said most in your life?
Every time—EVERY TIME—my husband says "long story short," I say "too late," and I don't think he's caught on yet.
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Wait, I thought we were all supposed to be pulling ourselves up by our own bootstraps? I thought we were supposed to admire and praise people who did that? Hmm. So confusing.
Wait wait wait wait wait. Dudebro's both so uptight AND shitty with AI, he had to open up his fakeass generated masterpiece in MS Paint to make sure his dream woman isn't showing too much cleavage?
More people like and reply to my tweets about penises drawn on school buses than they do on my tweets about writing and working out, so what does that really say about all of you? 😄
Standing here, preparing for my upcoming in-person events and reflecting upon the surreal path my life has taken, all whilst gazing at my GIANT FACE SIGN.
Yup, you caught me! I've definitely been living a life of shame for the past *checks notes* 11 years as an erotic romance writer. So much shame. Guess I'll go cry into my pillow about it now. 😂
(wait, wrong tears, I think it's supposed to be 😭)
Repeat after me, friends, as many times as it takes:
Writing and sharing things of a sexual nature is not an invitation.
Writing and sharing things of a sexual nature is not an invitation.
Writing and sharing things of a sexual nature is not an invitation.
Sequence of events:
-man reads a few poems by me
-man decides he’s in love with me
-man finds my Amazon wishlist and sends ridiculously expensive item which I put there for me to buy for myself in a few weeks
-thanked him profusely on a public platform
-he begins to comment on…
I was browsing through some "age gap romance" on KU for, uh, research purposes, and one looked promising so I opened it up, and right away, the male character was described as "older, in his late 30s or early 40s" and I'm just going to crawl into a cave and die now, thanks