I know it's been a while, dear livejournalies, and I apologize ( Read more... )

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I'll call you in 40 days.

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...It's 'cause I'm the bomb.

The Feds just left; they liked my program. Hooray!

To celebrate, I'm gonna try out some Swingers clubs...


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I worked until 9:30 tonight, which totally makes up for all those times I got in at 11 and left at 4, and all those Fridays I "worked from home", and those other times when I spent the whole day goofing off and looking busy by doing an internet-based crossword puzzle in-between checking for new posts on Gawker ( Read more... )

"Why are you such a snob ( Read more... )

I was at the gym today and out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy who looked familiar in the locker room. I turned to get a better look and it took me a full ten seconds to realize I was staring at a mirror.

I have no fucking idea what I look like anymore.

Psychologically speaking, I have no idea what this means. Thoughts?

I wake up to the smell of bacon. In the kitchen, Beth is cooking at the stove. She’s wearing purple cotton pajamas, and her hair is pulled back into a ponytail.

I remember her twelfth birthday party, when she had about ten friends sleep over. When I woke up I had to climb over strange supine girls to get to the bathroom. My father made ( Read more... )

I just got a nice phone call from Cello Jones, out in Portland.  We met at the Entheon raid a few months ago, but hadn't really kept in contact.  It was great to hear from her; the relationship equivalent of finding $10 in your pocket.

I have a quiz at 8am tomorrow, but I can't sleep.  Thinking of the things that made me what I am, charmed objects ( Read more... )