The realist in me knew that there was nothing to be done ( Read more... )

Once every year or two, around this time, I will take up some horribly, HORRIBLY girly hobby. Normally just long enough to complete one project, go "well, that was great fun!" and forget that I ever knew how to do it ( Read more... )

I am a grown-up.

I live in an apartment, I pay bill, and rent.

Today, I ignored my mother's voice in my head, who was chiming in to say "dipping a cookie in coffee does not make a cookie acceptable to eat at 9:45 in the morning."

Take that, mother's voice. Grown-up, but not an adult.

Fine. Lear, I know you'll see this. Your turn, fucker ( Read more... )

I have succumbed to video game crack ( Read more... )

Well ( Read more... )

I Love:

Hello Kitty Meow Berry PopTarts.

I Hate:

Ear-wax sealed ears, and all feelings associated with that.

I Love:

Communication.

I Hate:

Miscommunication.

I Love:

Willpower.

I Hate:

Willpower.

I read once, in something that was trying to describe me (probably a quiz, knowing me) that said I reject gender roles without going out of my way to actively defy them ( Read more... )

Yeah, I'm devoting a post to you. And by "devoting" I mean explaining that I'm one of the old NIN folder people (hisfragile). Just so you don't think it's a crazy person you don't know ( Read more... )

Subhuti was Buddha's disciple. He was able to understand the potency of emptiness, the viewpoint that nothing exists except in its relationship of subjectivity and objectivity ( Read more... )