Leeloo: Plaaaaase HALP.

[sab]

Oh, it's terrible. I have to do this Book Marketing Map tonight. I'm spoiling for volunteers, anyone?

If you've got twenty minutes or a half hour tonight and want to donate time to the cause, I'd be so ever so eternally grateful. We're talking excrutiatingly boring but mindlessly easy internet research. I'll repay you in gratitude or fic, I swear. Anyone?

Ah, all these questions I'll never know the answer to. Like, can fat people rest their face on their knees while sitting down? And what does it feel like to have a savings account? Or be bilingual?

Oh, it's terrible, it's terrible. If you want to help me pay my rent and can volunteer time tonight for this book marketing business, e-mail sabine101@juno.com or IM makikosab or comment here or smoke signal or show up, like the spangly "Beauty School Dropout" guy, from the sky.

And in conclusion, resonant8's Transfigurations is the Harry Potter novel Rowlings wishes she wrote. If only she had any idea how sexy Draco was. (To put things in perspective, this could be the fic that drives Punkensab back to the realm of sexy fun and snarly UST, and we didn't even see it coming!)

[On Edit: Thanks to Shannon, Beauty Queen of Oz. I'm still taking volunteers. Please? It's the sort of thing you can do while watching Everwood, if that helps at all. Help help!]

Comments

[ropo.livejournal.com]

//Like, can fat people rest their face on their knees while sitting down? And what does it feel like to have a savings account? Or be bilingual?//

No. Good. Bien, gracias.

[herself_nyc]

No. Good. Couldn't tell you.