Revenge is better left to brooding counts and people with short-term memory loss. You can pretty much know it’s not going to end well for anyone. Not that I haven’t had my fair share of revenge or anything, but I sorta try to “zen” it out now. Turns out, sometimes, it can make people all with the kill and rampage. Trying to avoid that these days, I ( Read more... )

Mongamy is kinda like my van-- sometimes it works, other times it's just not leaving the driveway. With Willow, being monogamous came easy. No one else really came into my radar. It was just her and me. Until Veruca, but I'm pretty much tired of talking about that one for the moment ( Read more... )

Today at work was pretty out of the ordinary. Well, I was working after a while off, so that was different. And I was back in a highschool. Also different and, not so strangely, somewhat unpleasant. Even as the janitor you can kind of feel the oppression of youth ( Read more... )

This has just been running around in my head lately. It is not necessarily an Oz flashback or anything, just a little slash-y goodness.

Title: Pink Floyd and Alleyways
Pairing: Oz/Devon
Warnings/Rating: R (violence, language, blow jobs)
Thanks: Ms. Kate, I appreciate the read, the feedback and the continuing inspiration.

( Slash-a-rific )

Friends, as a whole, is sort of a large category, so I’m going to go with just one person. That’d be Devon MacLeish. In our youth, there were stolen comic books, the discovery of bad 70s porn and, most importantly, music ( Read more... )

I'm all employed guy now. With the job and the paycheck. I really think there is a finite amount of time that you can drink other people's gin and sleep on their couch before they get sorta shifty eyed around you. Or maybe Warren just looks at people like that ( Read more... )

Well, I guess it's good that I'm not acting like someone else. That would have been odd.

Oz
You scored -5 mystical, 1 suave and -3 evil.
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Being at a funeral is one of those inexpressible weird things. It made Oz want to dye his hair or let the wolf out just a little or turn it up to 11. But, more than that, it made him really want to live the little piece of life that he had laid claim to. Not in that cheesy pioneer way or anything, but just utilizing attention to his surroundings ( Read more... )

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Oz stretched his legs to the end of the couch and yawned himself awake. Another day in Casa de Tucker/Warren. Just another day of reading, pondering the meaning of life and watching bad tv. He ran his hand through his spiky hair and grimaced at the tangles. And shower. Today was a good day for that too ( Read more... )