I say, "I can't do sessions." And Wolverine says, "You'll do sessions." I guess my debating skills could use help.

I'm trying to listen to his orders, but Emma decides to do her own stuff, and then we're arguing over who gets to control my arms. They're my arms! Why should I have to argue to use my own arms? If I wannna do the monkey, I ( Read more... )

Happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Think of wide open spaces with friendly eskimos that are willing to kill Emma.

...And free ice cream dispensers.

Thiiiiiink happy thoughts. Happy. Happy. Happy. HAPPY.

So.

Have you ever woken up one day and just knew it'd torment you to all hell?

I'm going to die before I reach 21.

I don't want to die before I reach 21!

So I go to my closet to get a Twinkie, right? And out slides a pack of...eh...manly protection devices. Y'know...those. Part of me has this fear that Hostess is spying on me--I mean, they could have cameras hidden in these things, can't they? Or maybe it's the workings of a higher power, maybe Twinkie the Kid is up there looking out for me. ( Read more... )

Scott's got me nailed to go check out some topic secret, classified stuff in about a week's time. So Bobby Drake'll be signing out and Agent 007'll be heading off to review a crime scene and hook some fine ladies. Hey, chicks dig the secret agent stuff, right? and politely turn down all fine ladies that may dig the secret agent stuff. If my ( Read more... )

Blasphemy! Do not anger the Twinkie Gods with such claims! I skip off a week for some alone time, and I come back to find my Twinkies are being harassed?! Breaks my heart...

Hey, Raven, thanks for sticking up for the Twinkies. I knew I had a friend in you. May the creamy filling forever be with you, my loyal comrade. It's rough times in the ( Read more... )

The rhythmic beeping of heart moniters slowly came into focus of Bobby's fragile shells as the drowned feeling of his mind started to clear off. A soft groan emitted from his throat as his body attempted to adapt to being awake for the first time in over a week. Two eyelids flashed open, revealing a pair of brown eyes that were more alert than ( Read more... )

This'll be short, my eyes are straining. I'm scared. Everyone is, I know it. It's been an up-hill fight, I'm just drained to the point that breathing is hard. Hank came in before, I have no idea what he said...didn't look so convincingly happy about anything. Left because it was too cold. Funny that. Those nightmares were just like this ( Read more... )

I'm a little worried about Scottster. I've passed him by a few times on the usual kitchen raids. All he's been seeming to do lately is stare and sit. I haven't the foggiest idea of what going on in his head, but for Scott...he's real quiet. I hope Jean has this one fielded ( Read more... )

The streets were lined with a white cover, snowflakes gently falling into place around tousled, red-faced residents. Down every lane was a neat web of lights, blinking red, green, blue....his eyes followed the twists and turns, down to a gentle-face woman standing beside him. Now that he looked down he could see her hand clasped into his own. " ( Read more... )