So I am once again awake. This despite -- after swearing up, down, and sideways that I was going to go to bed early last night, ha ha, joke's on me -- failing to go to sleep until roughly one o'clock in the morning. Lilly is doing her insanely cute 'stand up next to the computer chair with her feet on the seat cushion trying to get into my lap' ( Read more... )

* Home from Sacramento ( Read more... )

"I was really looking forward to the freaky cursed monkey sex ( Read more... )

In case you wondered or worried, I am safe and sound in Sacramento, having a) seen Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, b) cooed longingly over the prettiest carpet python I've seen in a long time, c) attended a fun barbecue, d) hugged a lot of people, and e) catnapped on Matt's leg. Life industriously fails to suck, despite waking ( Read more... )

10. I am wearing a bright orange top with my orange and green 'witch of ripe apple' pendant. Which is, PS, one of the best things anyone ever just up and made for me. (And yes, I consider it to have been made for me, because nobody else in this world would want it ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is Friday the 13th! I love Friday the 13th. Not the movies, the day itself. Thirteen has always been my lucky number, and keeping that firmly in mind, I decided when I was like, six that Friday the 13th was thus my super-duper-ultra-awesome magical day of ultimate luckiness. I have yet to have this declaration challenged in any ( Read more... )

The first time I wished him a happy birthday, I was fifteen years old. I thought the best author in the world was Stephen King (still do), attended Rocky Horror in Berkeley on a weekly basis, and aspired to someday go to Broadway. He was cynical, sarcastic, three years older than I was, and pretty much my ideal man. We've both changed a lot ( Read more... )

...waking up to find a file of careful, thoughtful, detailed corrections to your current book waiting in your inbox, complete with a polite but firm explanation of why a .44 is not of the ideal zombie-killin' caliber, and why my protagonist's lack of being a total goddamn moron means she shouldn't put her sunglasses back on after they've been on ( Read more... )

In honour of my beloved firestrike, who remains the man I am most likely to marry or be buried in a shallow ditch by, I am wearing a new scent from the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

It's called 'Anubis'.

Baby, this mix of funereal oils and burial spices is for you.

Asking a very, very long-time friend about some MP3s I shared with him, he replied ( Read more... )