If I could spell in French, I would type that word that sword fighters use right here.  Unfortunately, I won't submit myself to cross global humiliation (sp, although national is apparently fine), so if you don't know the word I am referring to, I hope your imagination will fill in one sufficently.  But anyway, french word, day.  I called you out, ( Read more... )

She glanced up from her crumpled, sweaty paper.  He stood in the doorway, leaned against the frame perfectly portraying his insolence and indifference for the whole matter.

"Well...who then?"  she underlined the first few words in dark chipping graphite, then colored over them, colored gray.

"Not your parents.  Everyone does their parents.  Leave ( Read more... )

So I guess Rox never found the meat fairy.  Maybe I should tell her I lied to her, that there isn't one.  No.  I'd hate to crush her that way.

UPDATE:  Still no hippy worth pounding.  The only one I even considered was too greasy, and I knew he'd just get away easy, so I didn't even try. 

Please, if anyone sees the meat fairy, alert Roxanne, she's waited diligently ( Read more... )

Geeeezus...the things you write at 1 in the morning!  If I keep that up, my thugs'll start thinking I actually care about things, and I's got to protect my rap on the street, you know what I'm saying?

10 am is too early.

"Lie to myself while I lie with myself.
It's Monday and it's raining.
It's Sunday in the sun.
It's so good, but...
Would it be so bad ( Read more... )

I wish I could make a livejournal friend's list dedicated to people I obsessively hate.  Isn't that creepy?

So I was just thinking that.

I was also thinking, while I was reading sociology, that I'm really working toward the wrong major.  But everyone knows this.  College is preparing me for a life of unfulfilled prospects, with the included bonus ( Read more... )

ugh...I hate that feeling you get when you know you're about to do something "not right," but the alternative, not doing it, is really unacceptable.  Like when I have to do Government homework.  I <3 government class, but I anti<3 paper writing.  I'm so bored with my own thought process.

My friend, Melissa, madeout with Ringo.  She's that hot.  * ( Read more... )

Perhaps it was the 9th shot of Vodka talking.  Perhaps, when he parted his fleshy, moist lips he knew exactly what was going to seep through them, down to the wording, down to the pronounciation of every syllable.  Whatever drove the sentence from his mouth, the damage took effect immediately.

"Let's do it."

Fatal words down at the Mustang Ranch ( Read more... )

So today has been, and will be, simply madness.

And for you (not you, asshole), I hope you're fucking enjoying this.  I wish I had a rope.

Jake hates me.  I'm laughing.

I have to do something necessary today, but I have to play superhero instead.  When did I become responsible for the fate of millions?  Or even just one person?

As much as I ( Read more... )

"Take a gander at this..." and she pulled from her pocket the dusty remains of a shriveled shrunken camel's head.  "I got it online."

"Ah." He attempted to say more, but the lack of vocabulary to voice his inquiries was astounding.

"Two dollars." she laughed, the head swinging by a string through the deceased animal's nostrils.

He observed her ( Read more... )