Sometimes, I am not a nice person.

I could have sworn that I left high school ten years ago. There are pictures of the ceremony and everything. And yet, some days people old enough to be my father make me feel like I never left...

That, my friends, was a good night at the Crucible.

Either learn to stay in your fucking lane, or at least signal before you try to merge into mine.

Kthxbai

Anger may not be the best stage of grief for my blood pressure, but it sure is productive.

And there are a lot of people who should be grateful I don't have a functioning smite button on my laptop.

(a more detailed and less cryptic post will come out soon, I promise)

August can go fuck itself.

Sometimes, having the integrity of your stretch disrupted is a very good thing.

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

I don't know if it was the greek mythology fanfic I wrote or what, but if Aphrodite could use lube when she decides to fuck me over next time, that would be great.

(McDreamy apparently showed up at the first Happy Hour I've missed in ages, on top of everything else)

ETA: it occurs to me that perhaps what I did was choose Psyche as my name in ( Read more... )

Somedays I wish I could be like the Ancients and ascend, because having a body seems more trouble than it's worth.

Then I remember how much I like sex.