There's a bottle of expensive alcohol outside your door. You're welcome.

Been here, done that. More stubble this time, though.

Right, so. Clothes. Pallas, I'm looking at you, here.

I repeat; such a dick.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to get back.

And Artemis? The pizza was sixteen bucks. Pay up.

[her voice, unsurprisingly due to the event but maybe surprisingly because it's Eris, sounds... if there's an emotion to really be attached to it, it's whiny. Very flat and whiny.Work yesterday was... I don't know. I wasn't even going to go and then I got a phone call from an editor and... I went, but who cares about a bunch of entitled famous ( Read more... )

Question: Do you know how just many noses I broke last week?
Answer: No, you don't. And neither do I. But it's a number higher than one, which is why last week was fantastic in hindsight.

I mean, yes, paranoia and fake lion noises that fucked with my head quite a bit but come on. These are memories that are going to last a lifetime. Though ( Read more... )

You know what the truly sad thing is?

This isn't even the stupidest thing that's happened on Valentine's Day over the past two years.

There will be a reckoning.

That is all.

Tell me one thing you want, and what's standing in the way of you getting it.

Honestly, making me walk up another flight of stairs or two? That's just tacky.

... admittedly this is still miles better than what happened last year, though, even if slot machines are for people who are much, much bigger suckers than I will ever be.

... you know what? I'll say it. We were better off with Cronus. At least he's honest about being an utter douchebag.