yesterday my father called me a disease because i pervade every room and never clean after myself. i always wanted to be called a disease ( Read more... )

The Nomadic Peoples of Coolmancheryl is a very large, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its burgeoning rabbit population. Its hard-nosed population of 93 million are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt ( Read more... )

30.6 billion years before the world ended, GOD came to cheryl and promised her safety and peace and love and stability. cheryl is now invincible. goodbye cynicism, goodbye skepticism, goodbye ( Read more... )

i have a paper cut on my thumb. it's in such a position that it's been unable to heal, for the flexing of my thumb reopens it. anyway ( Read more... )

a boy in intel class has decided to prove that the smallest good deed can go a long way. the girls aww'd. for god's sake, even i aww'd. but really. it's a sweet endeavor, but i hope the results don't crush him. or am i being too cynical. eh ( Read more... )

rest assured, fans and admirers of coolmancheryl, i am alive. it brought great joy to me when i heard cherie yelling, "cheryl! you've been missing! we thought you were dead." and even more joy when the causes of my death were thought to be of either multiple lacerations as a result of sat page turning or a heart attack from getting a 1400 on a ( Read more... )

for some unknown reason there has been an influx of ants in my house. these ants molt and carry around the dead. they fall on the backs sometimes. after observing one trying to help the other turn over, i decided that these ants really look out for each other. contrary to what i thought, however, it was suggested (in some research) that they take ( Read more... )

i never thought a house could smell so bad, oh but it can. the windows are open, so hopefully it will pass. it's the garbage i think. the unwashed dishes maybe. a sign of neglect most likely. so the decaying begins ( Read more... )

on the dreaded v train ( Read more... )

my bathroom has become an ant graveyard. these are strange ants. they have wings but they insist on climbing up. sometimes i find one with another on its back. sometimes i find one shriveled up in my bath tub. sometimes i find one turned over. everyday i have to pick up their carcasses. maybe i should just leave them be and do weekly sweeps.