Let me get this straight.

Olympus sits without a ruler.

I'm expected to live as a mortal.

To get by as a mortal, I am to mediate between couples wishing to divorce.

I'm sent here when the world is suppose to end.

I'm not impressed.

I've very sorely missed fingers. Hands, yes. But fingers specifically. They're dexterous. Useful. You never quite realize just how useful until you find yourself without them ( Read more... )

Things have not changed. Men are disgusting, women are weak and society ensures they stay that way. Most women accept this and believe that they are happy this way. They come to my office and cry about how they don't know how they will survive after their divorce. I believe they expect sympathy.

Pity that I have none.

There's something about the number three.

Three parents.
Three siblings.
Three husbands.
And now, three times that I've been taken from my home.

Funny how these things work out, hm?

There seem to be the right number of limbs again. Two of each and only one solid tongue. And no scales, you don't know itchy until you start to molt.

Now what do the Fates have up their sleeves for me this time?

Unless someone knows something I don't, it seems Harmonia might at least be spared.

I give them a city already growing and flourishing and what do they do?

They lose it to the first Greek who comes out demanding a part of Ilium.

Sometimes it makes me question why I do these things for you, dear children of my line.

I was slowly working toward being done with BP. My therapist, though she thinks I have an unnatural obsession with the ocean, felt we were making great strides. Oh, if only she knew. But, we had graduated beyond sending nasty emails and leaving vicious voice messages on their machines to a quiet, simmering anger that was considered much more ( Read more... )

I get the appeal of the Playstation or XBox or whathave you - really, I do, those things are surprisingly addictive - but why would you want to wakeboard on the Wii? It has nothing on the real thing, besides the fact that the worst possible result is a low score or sprained wrist.

It's like people go out of their way to suck all the fun out of

This is rather upsetting. I appear to have lost my equilibrium. I am of no fixed abode and Athens is frightfully smoggy. New York is not much better, although I like the pretzels and I like the subway, apart from the hands in inappropriate places during rush hour ( Read more... )

I demand an explanation.