Ernest Hemingway was once challenged to write and complete a short story in six words.

He came up with what he declared his finest work of prose:

"For sale: baby shoes, never used."

Chills.

Ever stay up late at night wondering what the picture next to "impotent rage" in the dictionary should be? Me neither. But since you asked, it's me playing Tekken 5 against the computer ( Read more... )

I got a letter pushed under my door, curtly worded with what I'm sure was meant to be an omen of great import: Apparently I'm subject to a formal warning regarding disruptive noise after 11 at night. What these noises are, I'm not particularly sure. I doubt the ethereal oohs and aahs of Warcraft are invasive enough to actually disrupt anyone's ( Read more... )

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Okay, some weird shit is happening to me at the moment. A while ago, I started waking up and finding small, razor-thin cuts on my arms, a new one every morning. Needless to say, I was slightly weirded by this, and proceeded to show and tell anyone who'd listen. Anyway, after a few days, I stopped finding new ones ( Read more... )

Okay, so, long time no update ( Read more... )

I hate wearing my super-baggy jeans now, because I'll be walking down the corridor and I'll think someone's chasing me ( Read more... )

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