Dear Nick, you are loved.
yours truly,
madame hacker.

Pfffffffffff.

Long breath exhale is the only way to start something like this, which is why I started this with a long breath exhale. I'll jump into it so I stop dancing around it: My grandfather has got cancer. Low-grade cancer, but cancer is the BIG C for a reason. Now it's not nice to ever say that you love one grandparent more than another, but ( Read more... )

New year, new writings. I'm long overdue for one of these. My head is so shot through with holes I can feel wind blowing through them. I don't even know how to put any of this in order, so, I keeping with my idiom, I will write it as it comes. Big things. Girls. Always girls seem to be the problem. I feel like such a dork writing this, to the point ( Read more... )

Yeah, yeah, I know all of you internauts are like 'hey where'd that tool Nick go' and this tool says screw you ( Read more... )

"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the snow weasels come ( Read more... )

WHAT SHENANIGANS. So yeah it's my birthday. I'm nineteen and I can drink legally. Rawk rawk on, yes. I don't feel special, but potentially that's because it's three in the goddamn morning and I don't feel ANYTHING but depressed in general at this point. :toot ( Read more... )

Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime ( Read more... )

Unless you're a baker which I am not. So yeah, missed the run this morning cause it was too early and I'm all stuffed up thanks to Logan who made me sick. Haven't been swimming recently and I'm really feeling the lack of it. Feelin depressed, cranky, slow, fat, etc etc. It's remedied by swimming so I'll go tonight... oh, I have a lab tonight, right ( Read more... )

No, today wasn't productive. Woke up late, did NOTHING for most of the day (most people here were passed out and so were not available for doing of things) and read/played computer games for most of it. Ringworld is shaping up to be a good book, if not fantasticly written. It puts forth an interesting technological concept, but I may put that up ( Read more... )

SO. St. Patrick's day had come and gone, and we must wait and see how many people died of alcohol poisoning tomorrow, yes? People were throwing flaming pieces of paper out their window a while ago. Clever dudes, yes. I myself have not had a lot to drink; some rum and Tequila Rose, once again pilfered from Liz's stocks. Only a cup she granted me but ( Read more... )