He dials quickly, and as the phone rings, his mind absently composes a little tune based on the hook of the phone tone. Phone tone. Hmm. But no time for that sort of thinking ( Read more... )

Hartley tries to ignore the frogs and the sickening splatting sounds from beneath the green umbrella he wisely brought with him. It doesn't work. He sighs and grumbles to himself. "Why can't it ever just rain men? Although...that could also be rather unfortunate if the frogs are anything to go by ( Read more... )

[from here]Hartley definitely doesn't want to go back to his house at the moment. He's pretty sure dancing, singing rats belong in muppet movies and even then he's not sure he wants singing, dancing rat puppets in his house ( Read more... )

Not many would consider Hartley Rathaway's home a comfortable place to visit, for its present owner has made a number of changes since he took possession. Ramps and steps line the walls, and his rats scamper or sleep or sit wherever they please. Few people, after all, are fond of rats, and those who do not believe that the only good rat is a dead ( Read more... )

While everyone's making a fuss around making sure their hair and nails are done perfectly for tonight, I'm standing here off to the side laughing my butt off. All the males are being strangled by their bowties, and here I am being strangled by spandex ( Read more... )

If I could start dancing that stupid dance that thsoe guys did from that "Night at the Roxburry's" movie I would. However, I'm going to save myself the embarassment and just move my hips along with the saucy Latin slasa music ( Read more... )

It;'s seven-o-one and my foot is tapping at a regular beat. I hate it when my clients run late, especially when they were the one requesting the metting ( Read more... )

[following this.]What the hell did he just agree to? And more importantly, why didn't he regret it? Where was the usual healthy guilt that accompanied agreeing to do something incredibly bad and stupid? Just how messed up was it to feel guilty for not feeling guilty ( Read more... )

Hrm. Hrm. This was the right place ( Read more... )

You know, a lot of oppertunities have been thrown my way to get at my attention. Evan's been bugging me non-stop asking for "help" on his latest project. Normally I'd go ahead and gve it a look and see if it's worth the while to get my toes wet. This time is different and I'm geniunely amazed at myself ( Read more... )