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Switching to bradofarrell. Add me on that account if you want to make the jump.

This is a short story I wrote for my writing class. We were supposed to write stories based on an exercise, and then, we were supposed to read each other's stories and write "response stories." One of the other stories was called "Questions for Cocoa" where a little girl named Anna had a cat that would talk to her. I was hoping the cat would say ( Read more... )

( You probably don't care though. )

For an art contest. The subject was "Emo Cupid Bashing the World with a Giant Heart", the song is a parody, btw.

YouTube is addictive. Stickam is addictive. Subscription based communities are better than fixed forums where everyone's forced to interact with and bitch at each other. Full audio/video people are more entertaining than textual humans. I almost never "blog" anymore, unless it's copying a block of text to link to other people, or pasting a video. ( Read more... )

I had to take The Story of an Hour and rewrite it with the same character names but in a different setting, here it is:Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a parasitic alien eggsack in her abdomen, great care was taken to break it to her as gently as possible that her husband was decapitated in a lasersword fight against a space donkey ( Read more... )

Stephanie Sanderson joined the group Alright, get your fucking rope(The Boondock Saints). 6:15am ( Read more... )

The title says it all.

Downstairs I can hear my sister crying, talking to her mom about how she wants to go into the peace corps so she can help people, and my dumb step mom talking about how the peace corp isn't a good place to meet a husband and become a house wife.

My aunt told me that this guy who worked at the place I worked over the summer died on tuesday and they burried him today. She said he just stiffened up in his chair, and my ex-stepdad helped him to the ground and then she did CPR until EMS got there, and the whole office watched him die.