Nobody in Bronze. Nobody to turn to. Am thinking is preferable to live life without others' recommendations, without advice or compassion. Never deserved it, at any rate.

Need help.

Frozen yogurt will do instead. Will dream of spilling it upon weeping head of Arch Nemesis.

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Strong-willed, capable, and top-notch ass in those jeans. Seriously. The mock-psychological torture of Amish Wonder Boy was a seriously inspired touch. The other one has more soul, however. Hell, the other one has a soul at all. Which could prove to be a problem ...

I'm talking about, um, Madonna, by the way. Yeeees, I think she has a little ( Read more... )

Kicking back. De-stressing.

Might get a gerbil, name it Stan.

Reach me at brandiedpears@hotmail.com if you care.

Rough week.

I am working on something incredibly crucial right now and cannot be goddamn disturbed by any of you!

Least of all YOU.

She's fucking him behind my eyes at night, behind my eyes all the time, when I lose sight of her he's right behind, better the sooner we die, better the sooner we --*deep breath ( Read more... )

Ms. Summers.

Buffy.

Please meet me by the front steps as soon as possible. It seems someone has conjured a minor dragon, and as I'm not sure your friend Xander can lay concrete ... bring armor.

After all, I was the fool who took a look at the floor plans he offered and said: That one. Pointed right at it. Saw his eyes go wide even then, narrow with something I thought was suspicion but was most likely empathy. What kind of a brainless fool spends dry, windy morning after starless, clouded evening right above the world's most notorious ( Read more... )

Forgive me for wanting to stay a little longer at the Hotel Denial. They have such a nice mini-bar.

Couldn't even get to my desk this morning, the halls were so crammed. Feels like all the truants in the neighborhood ( flimsy cover stories about "distance learning", my ass) came floating out of the woodwork like Hr'angga demons, ready to spit ( Read more... )

Have stolen this quirky little site from some students with journals up on the same server (Jorge: I am officially keeping both of my eyes on you, and yes, that is a felony.), and discovered that it can prove almost scarily insightful.

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Her voice was not at all the one I remembered. She was never that sweet, never that willing to bestow approval. That was what made her unique, what earned me her love. Yes: earned. (That is why I see so much of her in the counselor's gaze. Summers never looks your way without negotiating your third move following.)

The fact that It sees her ( Read more... )