Waiting on the Hooded Hoarde Monday, August 1st, 2005 ( Read more... )

Foibles and follies, the perniciousness of acceptance and the futility of fixation ( Read more... )

Well, let it be known that on Sunday, I passed my first little crystalline ball of transcendently intense pain. I call him Reen L. Payne. It sucked ( Read more... )

What words can't say is what's running down your cheeks ( Read more... )

Well, well, well ( Read more... )

You know, if Dixie knew a stupid little rectangle filled with litter was a life-and-death matter, she might've used the can instead of kicking the bucket. Alas, feline hindsight is 20/10 or so (damn their superior eyesight), and as a truly lamentable repercussion of continued bodily misdeeds, Dixie now poops and pees in her feral afterlife ( Read more... )

15th Annual Meeting of the Hero League ( Read more... )

My chameleon shadow ( Read more... )

Sunlight pours across the kitchen floor like water from an overturned bucket ( Read more... )

It's just one of those things ( Read more... )