A revisitation to the high school realm (via a geektastic and ongoing Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon) has got me thinking... I miss high school romance. Not that I don't give proper resentment for Joss Whedon interrupting a perfectly good monster/demon/mystical storyline with smoochy-love-crap, it's just that I miss how simple it all was. ( Read more... )

Squeeze them and throw the lemon juice in the eyes of the next person you see. In my case, replace the lemons with a traffic ticket and the freshly squeezed juice is a few hours of my life spent in a courtroom(that I'll never get back) and a $240 fine. Hooray. Yesterday I took the day off of work to go to court and it was riveting. What transpired ( Read more... )

A year older, a year wiser, a year closer to tripping over something and impaling my head on some very dull stick... maybe a large spoon. That's the way to go. A large spoon just inconspicuously sticking out of the ground, waiting for someone to trip ( Read more... )

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Once upon a time there lived an acorn... Yes, an acorn! This story uses personification, if you don't like it go chew on rusty razorblades. Ok ok, so like I was saying, there lived this acorn and his name was Fernando. Alright, seriously! If you are going to continue to interrupt me I'm just going to stop telling the story! His fucking name is ( Read more... )

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I have a couple of really great stories floating about my head. Stories of love, happiness, despair and tragedy... Unfortunately I don't have the time to lay them out yet. Things are still really busy at work...

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I am depressed. 
Right now, yesterday, and probably tomorrow I feel, felt, and probably will feel
this certainly ominous sensation beneath my skin.
It feels like the skin I'm in... It's not my own.
And this skin I'm in... It's unbearably cold.
I feel my heart crushing in my chest like an aluminum can.
It's being crushed by all the dissapointment, lost ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away lived a zombie... and she was lonely. Her name was Lisa and she was 8 years old... when she died.  She was a rotting and putrid smelling little girl, but a little girl none the less. Now as you may imagine Lisa didn't have many friends. When she'd go to the park all the kids would yell and scream and run ( Read more... )

It was shortly after 10:00PM and he lay awake in bed.

"Where could she have gone? Why would she leave?" he thought anxiously with little hope for an answer.

It was true they had been having problems. It seemed like they hadn't really talked in months, and when she started staying out late at night he could only assume that their relationship was ( Read more... )