What's wrong with me?/ Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now...
It's a thief in the night / To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you / And consume you
A disease of the mind / It can control you
It's too close for comfortSo these are apparently lyrics for some song or another. I haven't listened to the song, probably won't, but I don't ( Read more... )

Check your assumptions. In fact, check your assumptions at the door.Thursday, she and Rachel fight a war, with lots of slammed doors and shouting. The school's called (again) and Rachel's been in (another) 'incident' with another student and let's not even discuss the issue of your grades, girl, oh yes, I should be terrible for making you give a ( Read more... )

Ten ways to relax.1. Friday night bubble bath with a cheap Tor or Del Rey paperback. Soak until my toes prune or the book's done, whichever comes first ( Read more... )

Sanctuary.It's after midnight now, so things have quieted down, not that it was that noisy to begin with. My apartment building is controlled access through one of the handy numerical code thingers, so the only trick-or-treaters I get are other families within the building, and of course not everyone has kids of trick-or-treating age. I think I got ( Read more... )

Hey you.

...yeah, you with the pigtails and the skinned knees and the sure and absolute knowledge that the world will end if Tommy Miller doesn't admit you can beat him up and/or that he likes you-- I'm talkin' to you.For you, some advice from the future ( Read more... )

"That's seven years no sex for breaking that mirror."

Ha. Try eight.

Jean-Paul, if you say so much as one damned word I will find a way to physically hurt you. I swear it by the throne of the Sovereign Lord. Come to think of it, that goes for you too, Peter.

...oh, the hell with this. *locks rest of entry*

( zomg old woman talking about sex behind the cut run for your life oh thou easily squicked )

Ten things you've said that you wish you hadn't.

Oh, this is just a fantastic prompt. Great. Way to be reminded of a ton of dreck I’d liketa forget, you know? Oy. Fine, fine, here goes.

1. Heh. “Yalla, lech lesahek berofe ve ahot yim hakelev shel hashchenim” and “Kama ima shelha lokahat le laila?”

Oooooooh did I ever get in trouble for those ( Read more... )

Ten ways you handle anger

1. I smoke. Yeah, it's a terrible habit. I have cut down a lot from what I was doing at my worst. Now I can usually manage just one a day, sometimes one every two days. I'm that close-- *holds fingers an inch apart* --to finally quitting ( Read more... )

[1993]

"Momma."

She didn't answer, lost as she was in the cramped handwriting of the text before her. One hand stirred the soup on the stove in absent rhythm as the other turned pages with delicate reverence for the book's age and fragility. Ben went for the sleeve of the stirring arm.

"Momma, momma.""Vos?" she muttered, pulling her sleeve back ( Read more... )

[1986]

Silence is foreign to her. There's something inherently alien about it to a woman from New York, who grew up in a small apartment shared with two brothers, a mother, a father, and an ever-changing stream of relatives and friends and people wanting to talk to the reb. The family, both literal and metaphorical, is big, extended, and noisy ( Read more... )