Okay, in case most of you didn't realise, my mother has lung cancer. This might bring a tear to your eye, in which case, hold back the waterworks, because this is not a sob story. I hate the bitch, and she gets everything that she deserves ( Read more... )

Now, I've always been a fan of obscure weaponry. From throwing knives to crossbows to nunchaku to tonfa and staffs of varying length, I've tried my hand at all, and have procured a certain amount of skill in each. Imagine my surprise when a friend of mine (Poe, also known as Mitchell) sent me a surprise from Texas ( Read more... )

So I've been sick for about two days, running a fever so high I've had to change my clothes and sheets four times because of the buckets of sweat I've been expelling. On average, my body temperature is slightly feverish enough that doctors that do not know me believe I have a fever when they check me, but a 106 fever is something that I can't ( Read more... )

DisorderRatingParanoid:HighSchizoid:Very HighSchizotypal:Very HighAntisocial:HighBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:HighNarcissistic:HighAvoidant:ModerateDependent:ModerateObsessive-Compulsive:Moderate
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I sometimes wonder if I actually have any talent at writing or if it is just the fact that my writing is significantly enough above average that it makes a few people pay attention. The latter is a rather disturbing concept, in that "average" tends to lead more toward the trend of mediocre (at least in the world of unpublished authors, such as ( Read more... )

I think I'm coming down with the flu ( Read more... )

Isn't it funny how the people that make one believe in the concepts of love and friendship the same people that make one doubt those very concepts? It's disconcerting and almost depressing, yet it always happens to be the case. It's difficult to remember how to feel at times ( Read more... )

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I've have this damned song on repeat for about 38 hours. I don't know. It kind of is melancholy despite the great beat, but it tantalizes my writing muscle for some reason. I've been writing in fugue, no food, no real conversation, (no shower, either except for when I have to go to work... -.-;;) for the past two days. The entire song is about the ( Read more... )

She never really thought about her actions, or questioned why. For once in her life, she was spontaneous, with dire consequences.

She woke up at six am and walked straight to the car. She drove the long lapse of time to his house, incoherent and somehow unawake. If asked, she would have never been able to answer why she chose someone she loved so ( Read more... )