Edited to add: For godssake, Tripta, no, I did not write this! It's Sophie's, from her first book. Even she admits it's crap by now.I put a spell on you, a spell against her ( Read more... )

Compasses, geese, whatever. I am so fucking happy. How did everything just suddenly right itself? I feel like I should be analyzing it, but I can't right now -- I'm too happy ( Read more... )

So I had this dream that I was smoking up with a gaggle of friends in Beau's brother's house, in the basement den. It was late, probably around two. I was a little vague and off in my own little world when Mei turns to me (we'd been talking about the cancer) and says, "I think you're going to follow her." I asked in what way... she said, "Your ( Read more... )

Trekking around this morning in the obnoxiously bright sunlight to the ends of the earth. Black peppercorns, licorice root, fennel, anise, lemongrass, fresh ginger, chamomile... and none of it worked. Finally I went all the way to the Apothecary for cramp bark, which I have never used before. It's the nastiest, bitterest stuff you'll ever taste, ( Read more... )

Things to focus on, temporarily in between times or if instinct wins out ( Read more... )

How to make a sepia print ( Read more... )

Met Erin today at Admissions. God, it's weird being around academics -- it feels like I've been away from it all for so long. Apparently I can defer my Fall '05 admission, and enroll instead in Spring '06. I can't stop holding my breath, waiting for something to go wrong, but nothing has. Yesterday I made about five thousand little notes on ( Read more... )

Dear all from Emma: It's been awfully fun fucking with everyone's heads, but I think I'm done. Starting now, this journal is mine again -- I will use it only to write what's actually happening in my head. This means that this journal will become, beginning with this entry, vastly more strange than it has been, and also extremely boring and ( Read more... )

Roast corn with butter. Chin, grease, sticky, delicious; between my teeth, tasty and childish. My hands completely covered, between each finger, persistent when I try to wash it off. Wet cement... Huh. I wonder what this one was ( Read more... )

If anyone's reading this... Y'all are boring as shit.

Now aren't you depressed that you spent a full five seconds reading this?

Come to think of it, I wonder how long it's taking me to type it? Sigh.