It's a little bit like being in a rollercoaster, living in Jim's head, and right now he's in one of the downward plunges. Maybe a fucking double loop ( Read more... )

When Anita had woken up that morning it hadn't taken her long to realize that something was different. Instead of sleeping on top of a comfortable collection of sheets and comforters and all that she had gotten from the clothes box she was actually on a real bed. At first had come confusion as she had leaned her legs over the side of the bed and ( Read more... )

Elliot wasn't sure if she was having a good week or not.

Work (what little there was of it, anyway) was going fine, she had met a whole bunch of new people, and she'd even gone on a date. That was where she was stuck. A date, just months after the thing with Keith - 'The Thing'? Sheesh, I almost married the guy - and she'd enjoyed it. Parts of it ( Read more... )

A week and a half may not have been a particularly long time, but it certainly felt like it, especially when it included a change in weather and learning some news that Annie couldn't decide was bad or good. 'Avoiding' wouldn't be the right word for what she'd been doing - it wasn't in her nature to straight out avoid people - but she would have ( Read more... )

There are worse things in the world at the moment, Jim knows. Fuck if he can think of any right now, but there are. He's not dead, for one ( Read more... )

Willie Dunne came into the world, not wailing like most infants, but mewling like a wounded cat. It was only fitting that he left it the same way. He had gotten through his life and its troubles with singing. It was only right that he would be singing before he died. It had all been so quiet before that. Just three hundred men spread out in a ( Read more... )

Delirium cooked like Betty Crocker and looked like Donna Reed. Or at least that's what she thought and for once she was almost right, the outfit was right and the food was Good, Nice, Wholesome! On first appearances anyway ( Read more... )

The Tabula Rasa Day festivities were set up to Angela's satisfaction. Finally, after several days of very hard work by her and the Party Planning Committee, which really had a lot more potential than the one she had headed up in Scranton. At least these people tried ( Read more... )

One of the places that had suffered was the garden and Trance mourned the loss of some of her favorite plants. There were others that needed her attention, though, so she got to work, weeding through what could be salvaged and what couldn't. While her hands were busy, her mind wandered ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I do things and I don't know why. Sometimes I wake up three times in a row. Sometimes, I see someone and I want to, like, cry or throw something and I don't know what they ever did to me. Sometimes, I get mad for no reason ( Read more... )