me: struggling to open a jar
him: watches
me: "Can you open this for me?"
him: takes it
me: "I need bigger hands."
him: "No, no you don't."
me: "Yeah, you're right, that'd just be freakish."

( I really need to stop writing this in longhand... )

Gorilla Thing"It's a gorilla thing, Mother ( Read more... )

Once I was at a red light behind one other car. All the while, this guy was inching out, more and more, into the intersection, as if going really slow through a red light is ok. Eventually the other cars had to swerve around him to get by, but he seemed oblivious. But wait, there's more. When the light finally turned green, he didn't budge an inch ( Read more... )

I wish I could speak as well as I write.

I wish I could write as well as I imagine I can.

I feel like my characters are shallow and falling short. At first I didn't want to divulge too much, now I feel as if I've got scarecrow characters; a whole lot of fluff.

Fuck you, Carver. *sneer*

Social conventions are all right in their place, but I think the ones that dictate how we act around people we aren't even interacting with are annoyingly arbitrary. Consider this. You're walking down a populated hallway at your regular place of work or school or down the main street of your home town. You realize that you forgot something and must ( Read more... )

Things are monumentally good right now ( Read more... )

Back to Mimsey (Native Nod)--Morning breaks after a long hot summer night spoiling the sacred peace the sun filters through the windows like swords ripping through his flesh in a frenzy he vainly attempts to hold back the demons holding him back but perhaps it's too late for his friends have already fled the cabin leaving him little time to react ( Read more... )

send take mark it for your sunburn bend thend it's the only way


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Yes, here it is, it's the weekend. Yadda yadda yadda and all that shite ( Read more... )