Want to help spread the DEAD ON THE DELTA word?
Have a snail mail?
Have a good place to hand out DEAD ON THE DELTA magnets and over-sized postcards?
Want my eternal gratitude and cyber sparkles and probably a multitude of virgins awaiting you in the heavenly kingdom? (Kidding about the virgins. That promise is a LOT less enticing from the woman's point of view, you know what I'm saying? Those crazy extremist Muslims!! *pinches cheeks of crazy extremists*)
So anyway, send me an email at stacey.jay.ya at gmail dot com with the subject line "Give me some stuff, woman!" and I will send you some stuff. And maybe...a little treat-y bit. (Because people who help spread the word deserve treat-y bits, don't you think?)
Stay tuned for a rant-y post about swimsuit season and a writer friend give away! All to come! In just a day or two or three! AH! So exciting!<--not really that excited. Exhausted. Want sleep. Want to know if I'm moving or not. Annoyed by listing agent and his dumbness about things like real estate. And floods. And holes for floods to come inside crawl spaces. And closing permits. And turning on the FREAKING gas before the inspection. And generally sucking butt in such a major way that we may lose over a grand in inspection costs because "Oh, maaaannn, we just wanted someone who had cash. Who like...didn't need to inspect the place and shizz. Dude, trying to do my job is sooo haaarrrrddddd...."<--sometimes people make me very, very annoyed.
The end.
Stacey
Have a good place to hand out DEAD ON THE DELTA magnets and over-sized postcards?
Want my eternal gratitude and cyber sparkles and probably a multitude of virgins awaiting you in the heavenly kingdom? (Kidding about the virgins. That promise is a LOT less enticing from the woman's point of view, you know what I'm saying? Those crazy extremist Muslims!! *pinches cheeks of crazy extremists*)
So anyway, send me an email at stacey.jay.ya at gmail dot com with the subject line "Give me some stuff, woman!" and I will send you some stuff. And maybe...a little treat-y bit. (Because people who help spread the word deserve treat-y bits, don't you think?)
Stay tuned for a rant-y post about swimsuit season and a writer friend give away! All to come! In just a day or two or three! AH! So exciting!<--not really that excited. Exhausted. Want sleep. Want to know if I'm moving or not. Annoyed by listing agent and his dumbness about things like real estate. And floods. And holes for floods to come inside crawl spaces. And closing permits. And turning on the FREAKING gas before the inspection. And generally sucking butt in such a major way that we may lose over a grand in inspection costs because "Oh, maaaannn, we just wanted someone who had cash. Who like...didn't need to inspect the place and shizz. Dude, trying to do my job is sooo haaarrrrddddd...."<--sometimes people make me very, very annoyed.
The end.
Stacey