Michael R. Underwood, Geekomancy Quotes
Dear Lynda Carter, Please be with me in my hour of need. Especially if I don't have to twirl around to get my powers.
The room continued to spin though she was standing still, but her ears were hot. She felt like she'd just slammed three doubles of tequila and needed a fistfight chaser.
Right now. Living. Aiming to misbehave or just trying not to fade away.
But, self, that thing was on TV, and this one wants to tear your liver out your nose. Run.
