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REALLY SPOILERS.
Fenris.
Let me get this straight.
I rescue you. Mulitple times. I get you a house, I get you good contacts in the city, I get you a support system for your yelling, angry, bitchy self. I even go down the romance subplot, which I now profoundly regret, you giantic weeping asshole. I kept you from ( Read more... ) -
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Oh, hey, Livejournal?
Yeah. Yeeaaaaah. I've been unfaithful. I've found someone else. I've moved to greener pastures.
I made a tumblr.
So far, it's all penis jokes, pictures of amazing ladies from videogames, and some of the nerdiest nerding this side of the Bay of Nerd.
Go follow me. I'm so alone.
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Find a crazy girl with slow eyes and big hands and give her a sword to fill them. They wrap her large fingers around the cloth-wrapped hilt and say, now you will know how to defend yourself, ne? This is the art of death. She learns quickly and well. Left unattended, she practices. A servant enters the room at the wrong time. The skin of his neck ( Read more... ) -
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Yesterday I got fed up.
I was working at the information desk with a coworker that I despise. He's a thug, pure and simple. I have no idea why he's working in a library. He does not ask, he demands, he's appallingly rude, he interrupts when I'm trying to talk to patrons, and he violates libray policy at every turn. Yesterday I intervened when he was ( Read more... ) -
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Oh thank god.
Replaying Enslaved stil gives me a profound feeling of grasping weakly towards a plate of cookies that's been jerked rudely away. Were they perfect cookies? Hell no. The edges were burnt and they overdid the baking powder a little, but they were damn good all the same. Enslaved had its issues, but they were more than fixable, and what ( Read more... ) -
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A few weeks ago I was getting ready to go out and run some errands when I discovered that my purse was full of random items from around my house. They were all things that would take effort to find and remove from wherever they were, and my purse was crammed full of them. There was a tape dispenser, a book of stamps, a sea shell, a framed picture, ( Read more... ) -
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I'm begining to realize that I may have something resembling a writing process.
It's like this. I finish a chapter. I'm (marginally) happy with it, and fully ready to move on. And lo, I am off like a shot! I have ideas! Hooks! Concepts to explore! Relationships to flesh out! And what-have-you. I'm usually very excited in this stage of the proces and ( Read more... ) -
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There ought to be a name for the very specific sense of existensial dread you get when you're working on a scene you've been working on for the past two months with your male L.I., blissfully slapping on adverbs and whatnot as he goes on being miserable and traumatized and devilishly mysterious only to stop dead, your heart in your mouth, your ( Read more... ) -
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I just got drunk-dialed by my ex-roommate.
I'm not really sure how to deal with this. I'm still crying. Heck, I started crying towards the end of the conversation, which led to me breaking things off early. Her end was basically one long stream of apologies. She wouldn't stop saying how much she missed me and cared about me and whatnot, which I ( Read more... ) -
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Ugh.
My shrink wanted to talk about boys.
I'M TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT.