I almost made it through the year...

I thought I was safe...

No such luck.

The cold/flu season has finally caught up with me.

So much for gaming night.

Bleh.

Beyond the stories of one of my co-workers urinating on himself and stuffing large, dead animals into small enclosed spaces (like school lockers, you sick fucks who thought otherwise), one of the strangest lines I remember from last night was ( Read more... )

I'm so exceptionally giddy right now I could explode.

Screw bitterness... I've been wrong for many years of resolute spite.

My skin is all tingly and I want more.

The electricity of a kiss is an engaging narcotic.

I'm going to start writing again.

Not livejournal, mind you, though I'll still be doing that, as well.

Rather, it's time I stopped damming my creative flow and see if I still have any talent remaining.

I'm guessing not, but it's worth a shot.

It seems to defy logic to pay for livejournal and not post with any regularity. As such, it would seem I should start using this particular medium again... especially now ( Read more... )

( Death to the electric meme!! )

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Not that any of you are accustomed to reading my posts given the rarity with which I post, but I thought I'd pass the information along nonetheless ( Read more... )

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"A bi-plane is a plane that also likes helicopters."

While it doesn't match the surreality of some of my sleep-deprivation affected dialogue, I found it rather amusing after I woke up.