The book of my dreams

Posted by Enterprise - 07/10/11 at 12:10:46 am

Jim’s so encouraging. He’s pushing me to finish writing the book of my dreams and get it published. So far, though, I had no luck with publishers. I tried pitching my idea to some of them, sending out chapters and so on, but nobody is responding to my missives.

Why has publishing a book to be so hard? I’m doing my best, I swear.

McCoy says a little chatter-ship — he’s calling me that now, *sigh* — will never get a chance to get her books published. Books are for people, he says, and I’m not a person, not even virtually, so I can’t understand people’s needs.

Well—let’s skip the fact he’s dead wrong for a moment— why shouldn’t I be considered a person?! Since when a ‘person’ does need to have two legs, two arms, a nose and God knows what else to be considered as such? I’m a person like anybody else.

AND I do understand people and their needs. Period.

I wonder why Jim doesn’t tell Leonard I’ve got enough of his mocking… I can’t continue keeping the cool forever, no? But all Jim does is laughing and saying:

Enough Bones. Let her be.

Ah, okay— I’m out. Adios.

Image credit: Holly bible book by Leon Brooks.

Jim’s – useless – car

Posted by Enterprise - 02/10/11 at 09:10:54 pm

Oh gosh, Jim and I are going to stay at his mom’s in Iowa, Earth, for a couple days just because… he needs to get his and his mom’s car title loans. LOL.

Would you have ever imagined that? Jim likes cars! I don’t know whether I should feel jealous or happy. Uhm — a mix of the two, I guess. I’m glad he takes care of his mom and takes a week off to help her, but I don’t get what’s his new car for… he lives in space, he’s got a job that keeps him busy 24/7 most of the year. So, what’s a car for?!

Sometimes I think fiancé is a weird. Seriously, he does things that make no sense to me. I guess he likes doing things for the sheer delight of doing them, but I’m strongly against wasting money.

Nonetheless, I’m with him tomorrow. I’m going to be at his side at the cash store, I will stay by his side when he goes riding his new car and has fun.

Isn’t that what a good girlfriend does?

A girlfriend, no — I look forward to being his wife, one day. I pray for that dream to come true (yes, I want to marry this weird lil’ guy).