When she whispered his name, he was sure he was hearing things. He looked up at her and her mouth was closed, she was looking down and not at him, and then she took a sip of coffee like she'd just been deep in thought. She looked up at him over the rim of the mug and gave an awkward little smile ( Read more... )

She was a train wreck of a girl, a few pounds short of gangly, all elbows and kneecaps. Starfucker, she said so herself. She had strange ideas about just who she thought was a star, but they took the stroking anyway she wanted to give it. By the time she saw the shining lights of her galaxy of so called stars, they were long since burned out. ( Read more... )

I'd been holed up writing for too long, tapping in what I could make out from the hastily written scribbles on various pieces of paper. It had been a while since I'd made notes so fast and furious, but when it comes, it comes. The hardest parts to translate from spider crawl to plain text were the ones I wrote out with a half size bowling pencil, ( Read more... )

I'm not taking anything very well. My reactions have been fucked up about everything. Overreacting, overkill, whatever. At least I got some dirty punk rock blaring into my ears.

I got hit with a fucking huge tax bill. Miscalculation of my bracket, so they very kindly gave me some leeway with time, but I don't have that kind of money laying around ( Read more... )

Click. The word has been pussified because of the internet and we associate it with 'surfing' the web. And what a fucking malaprop that is. One of the most difficult and physically demanding leisure sports, also pussified by tha interweb ( Read more... )

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Someone told me recently that I'm always upbeat when I talk to them and it always cheers them up. Well, it's no big secret that I'm always upbeat because I only sign on when I'm feeling somewhat normal, which is to say fucking insane ( Read more... )

Reports! End of year reports! It's driving me bugshit, but you have to put these things in perspective. It's no skin off my nose, really. No wait, it is. Because I ran into the shelf when I was standing up to file my reports and hit the bridge of my nose. No blood, which is a shame, because when you have that kind of star-seeing pain, you want some ( Read more... )

Despite the fact that there are no Cheetos and limited Pop Tart flavours, I FUCKING WIN!

Fingerpuppets scare the mother fuck out of some children. This is at once surprising and useful information.

I went to this rave last night, if that's what you call it these days. It was a warehouse party. On a fucking Monday night. But one of the porters at work is a DJ. No, not Norman Cook. He works in catering. Shit, I should change that ( Read more... )