It's 3am and I'm starving. There's almost nothing worse than going to bed hungry. I'm going to tiptoe into the kitchen and then me and whatever toasty chunk of carbs I return with will satisfy your every curiosity. (if you have any left--updating once every NEVER is a good way to kill off one's already-modest readership ( Read more... )

long time no post. in fact, my posting has (yes) been sporadic at best lately. it doesn't help that i was in freakin' nowhere land, missouri this week with 60 other Peace-Loving Folks, some mosquitoes, and not much else. i do intend to update fo' REALS soon. just...notrightnow. it is 2am, nowhere land time, after all. zzz.

One: the phrase "she snagged a good one," when applied to [redacted college] girls getting engaged to [redacted college] guys, makes me want to barf all over myself ( Read more... )

...but not every day is Zachary David Alexander's birthday.

huzzah!

The scene: another cold, windy, and bright morning. I climb aboard my usual bus and take a seat. In front of me, facing the aisle, is an interesting-looking guy: tawny ponytail, paint-speckled jacket, brown patterned gloves and scarf, small step ladder (also paint-speckled). I subtly check him out when I know he's looking away. As soon as his ( Read more... )

November is National Novel Writing Month. That's right. I'll be attempting to write 50,000 words in the next 30 days. Insane? Yes! Wish me luck.

Progress (or complete lack thereof):


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Today I invented the concept of a Sugar Ceiling.* I know; what could have brought on this most fantastically monumental discovery? It was simple, really: I was eating cookies and realized I just couldn't handle the chocolate kiss on top (although I had no problems popping down the peanut butter cookie beneath it). Something like this alleged ( Read more... )

Frayuns only.

But if you think we should be frayuns, I'm probably game.