Veruca left. I didn't see her leave, but she left a note on the counter. I really didn't expect her to stick around, but it was nice having company for the short while that she was here ( Read more... )

Losing control? I don’t think I’ve ever lost control, just because I never had any control over myself, literally. I’m not saying it in a “boo-hoo no emotional control” type of way. I just didn’t, when you’re born electric it’s hard to gain any control. You’re born out of control ( Read more... )

I look good. I mean, really good ( Read more... )

When I was a kid, it’d probably be something like, “What do you think of electric girls?” Now I don’t really care what people think of me. I mean, I do to some extent, but that’s not what I’d want to know about people ( Read more... )

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Have you ever experienced something you couldn’t explain? Write down your brushes with the mysterious.I'm electric. I can't really explain it, but it's not really a brush with the mysterious. More like, I am the brush of mysteriousness. Being electric my whole life really seemed to make me jaded of the mysterious. No, maybe not jaded. Accepting. I ( Read more... )

Back from the New York job. Finally. I thought it'd never end. The boss was a real ass... all grabby hands. Paid real nice. Too bad I have to spend it all on two replacement pairs of my MIA leather pants, a guy to come and rip out the floor in the study and to be on the safe side, get all my furniture steam cleaned ( Read more... )

I actually fucking picked up around the place. I hadn't really unpacked all my shit, but I've almost finished doing that too. Laundry? Not so easy. I generally send my shit out- but I felt like being domestic and proving to myself that I'm not a spoiled brat. I am, apparently. The real reason for the cleaning and the ironing and the unpacking? My ( Read more... )

In the middle of a job, the fuckers over at Evil Law Inc. have the nerve to call me. Partially my fault because I don't know how to work the damn cell phone. The guy I just kicked the shit out of informed me that there's a way for the phone to be set on vibrate. I'll figure it out later. I snatched the blueprints from the architect’s office and ran ( Read more... )

Grow up? I don't think I have, honestly. I've never really fucking "grown up", let alone in one specific place. I guess we could start from where I was born... born in New Haven, Connecticut. Raised by my dad and my Mom, until I killed mom during childbirth. Then I was raised by various boarding schools. The only "raising" my dad ever did was ( Read more... )