& I won't call it rescue

May 10, 2010 08:37

Annabelle Lee = The Impala.

Good God do I love to listen to some excellent depressing shit. I need to go rewatch 5x04 and cry my eyes out.

Stuck with insomnia and irritated at possessive published authors, I decided to attack 3am's apogee of darkness with words. Well unfortunately I concentrated so hard on not letting the story turn into a sassy rom-com (and it keeps trying to) that I got distracted and ended up describing sand for about forty-five minutes. Then I realized, this must have been how George Lucas felt.

No wait I forgot: he had been trying incite romance.

In any case: gibberish about sand. Really useful for the plot, lemme tell ya. So instead of watching a cockroach do its dying backstroke on the floor, I started studying the Korean letters. 한글!

Getting into work my co-teacher demanded some international names - more specifically, four from America, one from Italy.

Some kid gets to be "Ezio" today. :D Too bad we didn't need a name for some dude from the Holy Land.

Paradise Lost is making me ship Lucifer/Uriel. Oh God, this book is so great.

write what you know, all work and no play

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