Welp, summer's over.

Cold, cold, go away. Please come back another day... or never.

"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor."

“There [are] two ways through life-the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you’ll follow. Grace doesn’t try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It ( Read more... )

Irene was such a disappointment. But I guess I should be happy that my building was untouched and no floods or electricity cuts have occurred, especially considering I live on the first floor, right across from the beach here in Brooklyn, NY.

Okay, so I just chocked on a pill that decided to get stuck right in my throat, and wouldn't come back up or go down. I finally managed to water it down. But, holy crap, it burns so much right now.

Boy takes girl into his bedroom, pulls down his pants and says, "meet my little man." Girl picks up her bag and on her way out says, "call me when he grows up."

FINALS. I hate you!

Days like today I really hate being a female. So much pain.

I just Googled my favorite poem by Alexander Pushkin (Ruslan & Ludmila) translated in English, and wow, I now understand what it really means when people say translated work loses its magic. It's just not the same. At all.