Yeah, it's another weird one this week. Sue me- I've been watching long stretches of sitcoms to keep my spirits up while writing and writing and writing.
So this week, it's The Janitor, from Scrubs. This guy:
It took me a while to appreciate the beauty of Janitor. He just whittled away at my heart with all of his little weird moments in Scrubs. How can a guy so ginormous and handsome be so odd? I love big handsome guys who are odd. I'd pet his squirrel army, and I'd never imply that he couldn't think of the word sad, so had to use mop instead. I'd be his wife with only pointer, and thumb-pinky. I'd call him Dr Jan Itor, if that's what he wanted.
Then I'd climb him like a tree. Oh, Janitor.
P.S. So last night, I handed in my anthology to Adam!!!1!11!11!1 Effing hell, can you believe it? I couldn't believe it. I got a fourteen story antho done for him in four and a bit months, AND gave him an extra five stories- just in case. Not only that, but I'm partially happy with what I produced! I just hope he likes them. I worry that a) the overall tone is a bit too sombre and b) the stories aren't erotic enough and c) some things in the stories are a bit too same-y. But I guess everyone has these worries once they've handed something in. I also worried that I hadn't formatted everything correctly, but Adam was good enough to point me in the direction of the tab key without making me feel like a fool. He's simply the best editor to ever exist.
Oh tab key! I previously never knew you existed, but now I love you! You will save me a whole extra bash on the space bar, and make me not look like a div to editors. I should have made this Mancandy Monday: The Tab Key.