Well, the baby just destroyed my printer. I've managed to Jury-rig it into something that resembles a working machine, however parts are continually raining down the front - not something I usually regard as a benefit. In addition, my ink tanks aer nearly empty, and Shannon can't be bothered giving my back our refills. I hardly see how they help ( Read more... )

There are days I love the fact that I clearly cannot utilise numbers in any way that that doesn't require the distributive principle of multiplication: The deadline for my application is May 30th, not May 20th.

And now I'm covered in ink. How very refreshing.

It's been quite a long time since last this happened - I adore the look of fresh ink across my skin.

Cold skin denies sleep
Tattered? A poor companion
Bedding is required

Good things come in threes
Or maybe even more so
Demand new pillows

_Melel drives her car ( Read more... )

I'm watching the most amazingly cute movie. It's called Jump Tomorrow. I thoughly recommend you run outside and watch it right now. It has dancing people, and drunken frenchmen, and dancing, and leavings-at-the-altar!

Also, Spanish Soap Opera!

Go watch this movie.

So, now that I know how many of my lovely friends like the inestimable Ms Amos, I thought I would bring this to your attention. Tickets go on sale on the 8th of April. Would anybody like to go with me? I am, most definately, not missing this.

No real update, I'm dead tired. Luca loves me, at least in part because I bought her fishes...

~L

"And yet this is all it takes to bring me back my doubts. And all the reason I can find, all the truths that tell me it could never work are cast aside, crisp, sharp lines drowned beneath pooling black ink."

Autumn has broken! This evening as the moon rose, the sky split apart and unleased a season's worth of beautiful rain, all for me. Everything is glowing in a half twilight. Lighting shakes the sky, sending Luca scurrying into my arms and leaving Xon growling quietly about power outages. The air is fresh and cool, and everything smells clean again ( Read more... )

Step outside to find a field of cold grey clouds has spread a dark roof across the city, blotting out the sky like so much spilt ink. The sun is long gone, hiding in the morass above me, hinting at itself only through the uncertain, misleading flashes in the clouds ( Read more... )

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