actual date = 4.25.2010... Yeah, work sucks like that sometimes.

It was the only way to travel, and no one believed that she could actually do it. They were all missing out. Some day they might open their eyes and their minds and be able to enjoy this incredible sensation.

Riding through the nightsky on a moonbeam with the cool breeze ruffling her ( Read more... )

She couldn't think of anything to write. Nothing came to mind. Nothing at ALL.
And so, she promptly shoved a compulsively sharpened pencil into her eye.
The end.

real date=7.8.2008

You approach the candle and inspect it... *insert crackling fire noise here*
"Hot, hot, hot!"
You take 10 points of fire damage.

"Ten points of fire damage?! Randi, you suck at life."

I'm a tard like that. It's all good...
real date=6.30.2008

real date=5.26.2008
Waiting was the worst... She practically pounced on the UPS man when he arrived with the package she'd been impatiently waiting for the last nine days for. She shredded the packaging once in her house and proceeded to remove the plastic from EVERYTHING within it. She then popped in the DVD and worked out like she never had before

"Prepare for ultimate flavooooor!!!"

The song had told her to prepare, and she was ready. However... she wasn't sure if coffee was going to be enough to keep her awake this time.

5.23.2008

He sat down across the cafe and she couldn't help staring at him for the briefest of moments. His hair was the most enthralling shade of mahogany she'd ever seen, his eyes a darkly matching hue. He chatted with his friends, the three of them talking and exchanging jokes. Occasionally she looked up from her laptop to see him watching her, and his ( Read more... )

He sighed, letting the back of his head thunk softly against the glass window. He hated riding the subway... He looked at the people around him and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Everyone around him was dead. They had to be... They were all in various stages of decay, and obviously suffering from fatal wounds ( Read more... )

"I'll give you 'overtime', you motherfucker..." he growled under his breath and promptly caved his boss' skull in with the oversized clock from the wall.

She looked at the picture closely and then at the pile of material before her. The only light in the room was a dim bulb overhead. She glanced at the picture one more time and set scissors to fabric at an almost frantic pace. Had anyone been watching, they'd have thought she was having a fit. But the way she pinned things together and then sewed ( Read more... )

She pounded her face against the keyboard. Nothing seemed to be coming out the way she felt it should.