I found this from 2006. Don't ask why I was reading it.
If you had me alone…locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? All posts will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then repost this in your LJ- or don't. You might be surprised with the responses you get.
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Ask you for your story. I know I’ve read your book, but that’s different from actually hearing you tell it.
I debate between the selfish answers and the care-about-you answers. ooh, I found a way to compromise:
First, you call and hire an cleaning service, and supervise them cleaning my house. Then you take a long nap. When you wake up, you sit in the hot tub, play with the cats, and see what fresh veggies you want to use for dinner. Then you get a massage, and when you’re done, I come home and get a massage while you make dinner for us. We then enjoy dinner, chat, enjoy each other’s company, and then you get an amazing, magical, healing long night’s sleep.
Have tea, hang out, chat, go to the gym, maybe get pedicures together. I’m boring like that.
You know, right now I’m feeling bloated and crampy and just a little whiney. I think I’d lie on the couch and direct you to make a full Indian spread (with recipies and spices on hand, as well as in house consult), then have you hand feed me tidbits and make me drinks until I felt no more pain.
Then just talk and talk and talk, about babies and boys and sex and education and Tuesday’s election and suspension play. I’d want to know all about Wicked Grounds and how that’s working out for you. I’d ask you for advice on being a unicorn and cry on your shoulder for a bit.
I think that’s what I’d like, at least today. No doubt some things would change if I answered this question tomorrow. But the talk and talk and talk would remain the same.
If you want me to come up and learn how to make Indian food… that’s something I would love to do. Just tell me when. 🙂
what did people have you doing, back in 2006?
Drink a lot of tea and talk, talk, talk. I find your mind endlessly fascinating, and would love to spent twenty four hours in a locked room throwing ideas and philosophy and concepts back and forth.
from debs
talk for 10 hours, sleep for 14 hours. 🙂 mwah.