[Hi there Warren Ellis <3]

Fuuuuuuuuuuck my life. I don't even know.  [And, of course, I'm turning to LJ when I am absolutely bored of out my mind and can't read Jesse James anymore because I can only read so much in one day].

What I need is some decent sleep so I could manage to paint properly.

And a new Bad Seeds album because I can't fucking listen ( Read more... )

I'm still alive. Sort of. Not getting any sleep... been putting a lot of effort into this futuristic post-apocalyptic zombie RPG. It's way too much fun, and I love all the characters ( Read more... )

So I have about 30 minutes to kill, let's do it by writing.

Updates on my life:

So my grandma's dying. Mom's mom. She's been, like, deteriorating for a long time, but we're all pretty sure she's gonna punch her ticket sometime in the next few days.
I couldn't be bothered. Back when she was still conscious to her surroundings, when I was a kid, she was ( Read more... )

Woke up at 4:30 today to say goodbye to the Stigster.
Miserable Gal is miserable.

Stiglitz is leaving for Iraq tomorrow and I am going to be mopey and pissy about it and fuck (Stiglitz as in, the person who plays Stiglitz, not the real Hugo Stiglitz).
I don't care if she will still have intenet once she actually gets there sometime in Fabruary. I am going to miss her like shit. WTF.

In other news, still not sleeping.

I fucking love my division. Seriously.
I mean, when we went down south two days ago and hiked and shit, Sinner [if you do not recall - one of the majors from my branch who thinks of himself as my uncle because he's half German and I'm half German, so we have like, a German pact, talk a little bit of German and Spanish to each other etc. (his other ( Read more... )

Another one of these mornings when you wake up and it's pitch black outside and you can't help but wonder if you've even really slept at night or were you just hallucinating in the state between consciousness and sleep, when you get to the base and it's raining like a mother and you can't help but listen to quiet depressing shit when you fight with ( Read more... )

This is why I enjoy roleplaying the Bear Jew.

SGT. Donowitz: Order, please. *clears throat, hands behind his back * Men, we are now going into Lyon. As Sgt. Stiglitz’s instructed, it is a well-populated area, crawling with high-ranking officers. Our two main goals here: keep a low profile, and kill some fuckin’ Nazis. *half-smiling* Actually, ( Read more... )

I'm sleep-living. I don't like it.

I have to stop listening to the Jesse James soundtrack on repeat.

Nothing gets me in a better mood than waking up when it's still dark outside, going to the base in the pouring rain while smoking & with quiet, moody music playing in my headphones, getting to a nearly-abandoned office (since everyone are on Hannuka vacation), then having my giant, boiling cup of morning coffee.

Seriously.