The worst part about my life right now is that I constantly feel like there's a timer clicking down the hours, minutes, and seconds, until the next place that I have to be, the next thing that I have to do. My gaze keeps darting to the nearest clock, gauging the amount of time that has elapsed since my last look, and the amount of time I have left ( Read more... )

On the minus side, RL is a byach who won't allow me more than five minutes online a day to quickly check email. And work is a byach who freaks me out, makes me do two-people's jobs, and makes me stay 45 min overtime to boot. And the muses have momentarily abandoned me since I currently have no time to write. Fuckin sucks, man ( Read more... )

( cut for blah, blah, blitty blah, long-ass ramble, whining, and bitching... )

I feel like pulling a Sovereign. *throws back head and screams* "DISAPPOINTED ( Read more... )

So Princess sent me this email the other day, and I only just now opened it. I usually don't like chain letters and I never send them on, so I've probably accumulated a few decades of bad luck, but this one offended me.

( the email )

ARRRRRRRRGGGGG ( Read more... )

So... did anyone else read Today's "Agnes" comic strip about a rubdown with popsicles, and immediently flash to James WWW and MP's Domestic Piranhas*growls at Princess for putting the idea of Sheila/Dalton into my head ( Read more... )