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The Quiet Things.
I fail. There is no other definition for it. Everything I set out to do or make turns to ash beneath my fingertips ( Read more... ) -
New computer blues.
So, I got a new PC. Custom built gaming/imaging rig. I love it to bits, but I swear the thing is possessed ( Read more... ) -
Notes, and poetry.
So, everyone in the house is sick, today is Ray's birthday, World of Warcraft has devoured my soul, and I hate my job.
Huzzah.
I have decided I am going to make another little writing journal for Phaelan. ( Some day, I'll update Mara's. )
Now, however, I am going to assault you with a poem I wrote some time ago, at work:
Were I a lesser ( Read more... ) -
Oddities.
So, Ray and I had a chat at Denny's several days ago. We reconciled, cuddled, and got back to being "us". A unit. It's a good thing ( Read more... ) -
Quick Holiday Blurb.
So we have Turkey Day festivities a day early because Ray's mother has to work. We stuff ourselves, Damien shows his ass, the usual. It was when we got home the fun started ( Read more... ) -
Wow.
So, the forum got super-busy today. We've never had this many people posting at once. Creepy. That aside, Frank and I made up and we're back to being our evil selves ( Read more... ) -
I just can't win.
So I moderate a BLEACH roleplay site. I was talking with the ( Read more... )
