It is so quiet up here ( Read more... )

I woke up irrationally cranky this morning afternoon, because today was supposed to be early and long and filled with perfectly good work-production, and it started out all wrong and against all plans. But then I finally just said fuck it and went and saw Chay and settled that matter, and soon I'll take my sick, sick brother to the doctor and read ( Read more... )

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Those fucking bitches ( Read more... )

Sun sun sun sun sun yum yum sun sun yum yum sun yum ( Read more... )

Bad days beget bad days ( Read more... )

I've been charging through the atmosphere these past few days, charging through the world, all systems go; Houston has been contacted and we are ready for lift-off ( Read more... )

My room is very messy ( Read more... )

Rereading old, old, old entries because it's 3am on a Saturday morning and I have indigestion:

"Christopher told me that Skittles (the kid who tried to shoot Gale's hat off with a BB gun) is in boot camp now. And Andy Smoot is the closest thing that Bexley's ever had to a "real punk." In his case that's a bad thing.

Take a hacky sack with me.

I gave ( Read more... )

I think I just really realized that the only way I can honestly say I've got a concept pinned down is to transcribe and reword and kinetically work through while mentally haberdasherizing. All these ideas and half-baked notions and mostly-done understandings I've got floating around in my lockbox are really nothing but transient pieces of goo that ( Read more... )