"I'm not going to keep on making excuses for you," he hears Freddy say. He hears him, but doesn't move, doesn't even open his eyes. James just lays on the bed with his hands behind his head, listening to the battered walkman he and Freddy share ( Read more... )

The local rental's being an absolute fuckin' cunt. Called them twice, right, tryin' to rent Reach the Rock (Noooooormaaaaaaaan...). Phone was fuckin' busy. Fuckin' pissed me off! So I says to meself, "Oy, self, you've got that pirated DVD of Gangster No. 1 you bought at a ridiculously floor-bottom price, dontcha ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

Mr. Smith in the LA apartment with the knife. Mr. Buckley in the Mississippi with the fatal inability to breathe underwater.


( Read more... )

happy valentine's day

Hey, speaking of large foreheads, doesn't Eowyn have one too? Yeah, she and Aragorn and I should make a club or something. The Society of People with Large Foreheads. Members!: Eowyn, Aragorn, me, and Sean Patrick Flanery. That'd rock. We'd sit around measuring each other's heads with tape measure, and be all like, "Hey, your head shrunk by ( Read more... )

Am staying home today to catch up on academia. Uh-huh. I feel blah all over ( Read more... )

"I don't get your stories."

"Huh?"

"Why is there always an entire world between the characters and the one they love?"

"Oh."

"It's like they're not even on the same level. Why do you insert so much distance?"

( Read more... )

"I guess there are some problems that keep me awake, sometimes," said Stuart. "But they're stuff like 'why aren't I better at tennis?' or something like that." And I laughed, and Stuart said, "Why do you girls always complicate things anyway?"

Lord knows.

This post is right. It's easier to say 'I like this' and 'I do this' instead of 'I am ( Read more... )