You were there! How fortunate am I.

At the post-apocalyptic showdown, I only hope my coins are as balanced as yours are.

I stay after school on Wednesdays between our let-out, 4:30, and Canta Lyrica rehearsal, which is at 7:45. Today was a beautiful day and all the windows in the halls are open and all the lights are off because the clouds are light and on the top floor we have skylights. I ran to the diner, which is less than a block away (though you can't really ( Read more... )

I've been called: sweetheart, sugar, baby, cupcake, stupid, other feather-light things that never touched my skin more than a wind, though a wind has pushed me over. Some names wind around my skin like a sailor fuku! I'm a princess now, in this black and purple armor that doesn't protect me, but protects the public of this sliding mobile city from ( Read more... )

( My friends are all rather good-looking. )

What did Kamiyama do to get himself into Cromartie?! I really need to know!

(Must get opening theeeeeme.)

I feel a little understimulated. I do. Gahl where are you, where have you been ( Read more... )

There was a spider on the table. Its legs were disproportionate, the front ones being large and the back ones being short, an incongruency with the long, beautiful spiders photographed and put in places like National Geographic, which despite the long subscription I have never read through. Its legs were so disproportionate and its little eight- ( Read more... )

This song is gorgeous. From the opera scene in Hannibal and composed by David Cassidy. The libretto is from La Vita Nouva, how fortuitous that we'd be learning about that now.

Music. If everyone directlinks their friends, no one will get the music.

A sample.

( the 20-song internet mix )

I was thinking last night about a lot of things, though what convinced me was this: I was wondering to myself, does the bowl on the number five open to the right or the left? I couldn't remember. I tried writing it. It didn't look right. I'd written it backwards. And then I thought about how I wished it were Friday night, that I could sleep. I ( Read more... )