I woke up angry this morning. Really, physically angry, where your heart feels pressed up against your chest and your tongue starts to get heavy and swollen. Breathing in deep acts like windshield wipers; it'll give a few seconds of clarity, but if you don't keep breathing in deep and concentrating, everything becomes blurred and incomprehensible ( Read more... )

Oh hey lookit this, I still have a journal I still actually use ( Read more... )

( About the humanization or lack thereof of a fictional Nazi )

( Defying Laws of Characterization )

My printer outright lies to me ( Read more... )

Sadly no time for much humor due to having to write up three different things tonight. Just want to make a list of stuff to keep track of in my head ( Read more... )

A while back, I started an entry in an older journal about my experience with a certain Disney album, precociously entitled The Disney Princess Tea Party. Through the space of two entries, I categorized the 13 songs on the album and broke down what was good, what was bad, and what was hideous ( Read more... )

If I space my break-downs a year apart from each other, I think I'm doing pretty damned good. Should be all right sooner or later. Most of the time, RP sucks up my creative juices. So without it, I'm left to ponder the would-haves and should-haves and could-have-beens ( Read more... )

It was 1 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday ( Read more... )

Because my journal needs more crack!fic.

( Avert your eyes, blatant destruction of characters! No apologies to Jolta or Auria )