I remember some of Berkley Breathed older work. Particuarily where Opus got sick and the jokes centered around his nose. I don't think I'm making this up, though with a fever I might be. Anyways. The point of this is that I can relate to feeling like my schnozzle (yes, that is a real word) is bigger then my entire head. And it's loaded with bright ( Read more... )

I haven't slept yet. I am shaking so bad it's like parkinsons. I can't hear and I'm coughing because someone gave me a cold. Not sure who. Walking is a strange occurance and I wonder if this is how the living dead feel. I'd like to be put back to rest now. Ewww. Stinky Kitty poo. There are reasons why cats weren't meant to eat cheese, and even ( Read more... )

Well. I'm going to be bright and optimistic. At least for half of this. The first half is going to be my attempt at projecting a good day. The second half is something deeper. If I feel like I have the time, I will have a third part of my fiction writing. So you are completely welcome to pick a choose what you feel like reading. Here it goes ( Read more... )

Score Love Language
11 Words of Affirmation
5 Quality Time
1 Receiving of Gifts
6 Acts of Service
7 Physical Touch

I remember him. Even now, six years down the road. I guess you never really forget their face, the sound of their voice and the way that they laugh. And how it makes you feel. His name was Karl Giese. He was a year or two older then I was. I went out for my 15th birthday to meet him. It was a shitty little hole in the middle of hell. But he was ( Read more... )

Is it possible to pass through life without coming upon a single thorn? Without hurting another or bleeding yourself? I doubt it is possible to pass through life without hurting anyone. Alexis was talking to Lee about us being together. He was jelous. He said that he'd always had a crush on me but I never noticed him. That he started looking at the ( Read more... )

I saw them. The band of river gypsies. They were some of the oldest gyspies to still walk the earth, having rarely left the forest and never straying from the river. They were quiet, their pots rarely rattling, the children not wispering, even the animals they used were silent. It was an ancient ritual. During the day they would play and eat and ( Read more... )

( These are my hands... )

( Shhh... )

( Victim of a random act of kindness )