It seems that my need in this city is nil.

Not only do they take it upon themselves to participate without the passion that such things should require, they also do not pay homage where it is necessary and then consider it all a horrible and vile act. They had the time of their lives, then choose to repent and deny. I do not even get to enjoy ( Read more... )

I've very sorely missed fingers. Hands, yes. But fingers specifically. They're dexterous. Useful. You never quite realize just how useful until you find yourself without them ( Read more... )

Drink of the Day!

The Osama bin Laden: Two shots and a splash of water.

There's a trend in history of fate being unavoidable. Often times trying to avoid one's fate ultimately ends up with one causing what it is they are trying to prevent. It's amusing for a while, I'll admit, but in that sad and pathetic 'watching Ares fail at basic math' kind of way.

Avoiding your fate isn't impossible, children, just bloody ( Read more... )

Things have not changed. Men are disgusting, women are weak and society ensures they stay that way. Most women accept this and believe that they are happy this way. They come to my office and cry about how they don't know how they will survive after their divorce. I believe they expect sympathy.

Pity that I have none.

There's something about the number three.

Three parents.
Three siblings.
Three husbands.
And now, three times that I've been taken from my home.

Funny how these things work out, hm?

There seem to be the right number of limbs again. Two of each and only one solid tongue. And no scales, you don't know itchy until you start to molt.

Now what do the Fates have up their sleeves for me this time?

Unless someone knows something I don't, it seems Harmonia might at least be spared.

I give them a city already growing and flourishing and what do they do?

They lose it to the first Greek who comes out demanding a part of Ilium.

Sometimes it makes me question why I do these things for you, dear children of my line.

I was slowly working toward being done with BP. My therapist, though she thinks I have an unnatural obsession with the ocean, felt we were making great strides. Oh, if only she knew. But, we had graduated beyond sending nasty emails and leaving vicious voice messages on their machines to a quiet, simmering anger that was considered much more ( Read more... )

I get the appeal of the Playstation or XBox or whathave you - really, I do, those things are surprisingly addictive - but why would you want to wakeboard on the Wii? It has nothing on the real thing, besides the fact that the worst possible result is a low score or sprained wrist.

It's like people go out of their way to suck all the fun out of