Customary, yearly exchange with our parents occured for a brief period this morning while a certain person was sleeping. It didn't last long and there wasn't much to say. We're independent now, nothing to them anymore. We don't even share the same last name anymore. Mother insists on calling though, mainly to ask about how he is, but it's a ( Read more... )

Final project is done, dusted and handed in - early, I might point out. Enough work was put into it that I don't really wish to dwell on the subject, however interesting it may have seemed at the time of completion. A study of 'Fear conditioning' might well be something that would distress some of our more empathic residents, though I would like ( Read more... )

Today is the day to make deals with demons.

As soon as the sun goes down...Orihime, we're coming for you.

Popcorn is necessary. And nachos.

Put on my jeans this morning and found thirty bucks in the back pocket - it's always good when that happens, though where the money came from I have no clue. I think they're my pants anyway, but you never can tell ( Read more... )

When you blow a smoke ring at the ceiling, there's a moment where it ripples across the paint like grey waves before dissipating. Then it's gone. I've lost track of how many I've blown so far, but there must've been an ocean's worth at least. Maybe I should open a window - Ukon gets mean when he walks into a room and can't see through the clouds ( Read more... )

It's a good thing I like it hot ( Read more... )