I owe a huge thank you to so many people it's unthinkable. *laugh* First of course my friends, Shelly who though she laughed over my efforts was a great help, Craig, Linda for listening to me whine over the whole page, Sarah just for being a fun person who let me borrow Labyrinth in the first place, and yes, I did carry it around to all my classes that day just to marvel over how Jareth got his hair to stand up like that. I should thank my parents for conceiving me, but I'm sure I would have popped up as a test tube child if they didn't, so I won't. Lesley for unknowingly allowing herself to be stuck in my story and for being that cheery little person known muchly as the fly on the wall. Julia for listening to my constant Bowie ramblings, and indulging my need to talk like a gangster very badly now and then. And for also dubbing me 'Ziggy'. Let's see... then there's Kevin, Julia's partner in crime who makes offhand references to blow-up dolls now and then. (and apparently his girlfriend knows about this as well). Angel (aka Sarah-Renee) for being my 'angel to lean on' so to speak, even though she tried to repeatedly assualt me with zucchini. Aravis, my 'pesky editor' who is worth her weight in gold. *Laugh* Tracy for letting me plot deviously and such, and Jamie for being there for everyone.
AND let's not forget Eden B....the mastermind who has nothing better to do but sit on her...*cough* arse and make up cruel jokes involving a certain goblin king and little blue pills that are NOT pez. (you all know what I'm talking about...unless you live in Guatemala, in which case you probably can't read this...so nevermind.)Ah yes, Eden b. Without her prodding, I never would have had the *wince* pleasure of listening to the Extended Dance Mix of "underground". (what an abomination) Truthfully, I would be here without Eden. Thanx luv.
Roy, you're a maniac. That's all I have to say. That'll have to do for a thanks. *G*
Jayme,... er.... yes. Who's good friends with Kurt. Long live... oh, wait... I forgot. HE'S DEAD. *EG* Jayme, I don't know anyone else who can create disgusting zombies from scratch. Bravo. That'll look great on a resume.
Katie, whom I am slowly converting into a fellow 'glittery', and who can now (with my aid and training/moral support) identify four stages of Bowie. (She's even got her hair cut like the Man Who Fell to Earth now)
Jordan... jordan you're amusing. *G* An amusing, yet bald fellow with a cute nose.
If I have forgotten someone... please track me down and beat me to death with ladybugs as Julia would do, let me know. I'm a scatterbrain remember?
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