i burn a lot of fucking bridges.

Today is Self-Injury Awareness Day.

I want to link to fox1013's excellent post on the subject, and also to foreverdirt's
important explanation and collection of linksI also want you all to know that if you want to talk, I'm here. This applies to those days when all you want to do is rip yourself apart or hide in a tiny hole or however you deal with your anger -- ( Read more... )

I sent my dad a snippet from officialgaiman's blog to explain why I adore GNeil to pieces:
Holly flew home for yesterday, so we could go and see Maddy in a local production of "The King and I" together (Maddy played one of the Royal Children ( Read more... )

At the train station this morning I saw someone with a cross on his forehead and thought to myself, "Tommy Gnosis! He must be a Hedwig fan!".

Then I continued through Grand Central and realized that he no, he wasn't a Hedwig fan, and I was an idiot.

If you could pick one song to listen to while dying (peacefully -- think of it as drifting off to an eternal sleep or something), what would you choose?

Alexa sent me a list of some of her favorite quotes, which cheer me up even though she has a snow day and I do not.

Not sure how I feel about this whole "real life" thing.

( Mostly Good Omens quotes, with some Neverwhere and ROTK tossed in for good measure )

http://www.darkwave.org.uk/~bex/mp3s/Sinister%20Ducks%20-%20March%20of%20the%20Sinister%20Ducks.mp3

Indirectly found via Neil Gaiman's blog. I am so amused.

What would life be like without the occasional snow day?

Mom told me not to set my alarm, because Carley would call her before six if Yonkers was cancelled. I woke up at eight, looked at the clock, and screamed "SNOW DAY!".

Who cares if I'm no longer the student? I was still thrilledKelsey and Alexa heard my shriek and ran into my room. "Scooch ( Read more... )

So yesterday when I get on the train, this girl (woman?) follows me and sits down right next to me, in an otherwise empty car, on a three-seater. This strikes me as a little bit odd, but I keep doing my freelance surveys and attempt to look professional while curled up in a pretzel shape on the chair. She reads InStyle ( Read more... )

HAHAHA!