There was a time that Honto Dos, the one they call the Ox, awoke at dusk in the sand, with the sun's heat still fading around him. The minotaur could not remember why he was out in the desert nor how he had come to survive a day lying exposed to the sun, and as he stood, his vision swam and he could not see any city in the distance ( Read more... )

It's one of those nights, just as drunk as fuck, playing a game with my friends that I like to call 'musical sex'. Ok, so how you play musical sex is you have a bunch of folks around, and drunk or high or what have you, you're like, "Man, you need to hear this one song..." and then you take turns playing songs that you <3 ( Read more... )

At the Movies with Amanda, A Review Of Sorts:

Silent Hill

( Yaaar! Here Be Spoilers! )

So, Michael's funeral was this morning, yesterday morning, whatever. I'm pretty drunk right now so this all makes sense...this is an essay in the loosest sense of the word so it's not on literatepirate. Also, as I'm drunk, this is taking a long time as I have to correct all the typos I'm making.

( I love you all, so lj-cut... )

It get weird, in the night....really weird ( Read more... )