bohemean

I can't seem to get the words "tell me a story" out of my head. They remind me of vanilla and ridiculous non sequiturs. I wonder if I'll get to have that again. Unfortunately, that seems to be only the tip of the "things I miss" iceberg ( Read more... )

It's officially August in my timezone (and has been four a couple of hours!) and that makes me happy in a way that is fairly irrational ( Read more... )

I just wrote my first piece of Harry Potter fanfiction. I am not worthy of this fandom.

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I have a confession to make: I’m human and I have insecurities. Shocking, I know, but it’s true ( Read more... )

I don’t really have much to say other than that I’m switching back and forth between the Red Sox/Tigers game and the coverage of the Live Earth concerts and one is making me want to throw things across the room and the other is making me want to become a vegetarian. I should probably stick to watching Live Earth; at least it’s not raising my blood ( Read more... )

I'm not sure if I have a crush on Tina Fey or on everything Tina Fey has ever produced and I'm also not sure that I care. All I know is that it's love and it's real.

Because of my new addiction to 30 Rock, I've played their online version of the popular game "Marry, Boff, Kill." I think the most fascinating thing is the popular results page. Barack Obama places number 6 under "Marry" with Hillary Clinton no where to be found on any of the lists. (Though she does come up in the game... frequently. It seems ( Read more... )

I just got a spam message telling me to "beware of fake pills." This email then attempted to sell me pills to enlarge my nonexistent penis. I love it when my spam employs the use of reverse psychology.