This really pisses me off ( Read more... )

I kind of hate Rush Limbaugh. What a douchebag.

:sings: I hate my majooooooor ( Read more... )

I'd like to take a moment to talk to you about my sexuality. I know the more common thing now among those who are aware of the world beyond heterosexuality is to claim no label, and that's fine and dandy if that's your thing. I happen to have an idea in mind, though, that I feel describes my stance on the matter of my own sexuality: I find myself ( Read more... )

You guys probably can't tell unless you know me offline, but I'm so consumed by thoughts of freakin Star Trek right now. It's been a very long time coming, let me tell you. Don't think I'll ever consider visiting the fandom, but holy hell, I've been on a watching spree.

Doesn't matter how many time I watch him die; Spock's death in Wrath of Khan still makes me want to bawl like a baby. Cliche bagpipe "Amazing Grace" and all.

20 questions for Dean:

1. Character’s name? Dean Rommesfeld
1.a. What does the name suggest about the character’s personality? Not much; his parents just gave him a name they liked.
1.b. Does the character use a nickname or his/her given name? Why? Just goes by Dean, for a lack of anything better.
1.c. Has your character ever had a nickname ( Read more... )

But I'm thinking of starting a short story based on a rather curious dream I had while medicated last week. The dream was one of the few I've had that played from start to finish, and one that made sense long after sleep had washed out of my system. Soooooo, here's a tentative start:

In a small northern town, let’s say in Maine, there lives a nasty ( Read more... )

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In the three years they’ve known each other, Larissa’s never been to Kevin’s apartment. He never extends an invitation and never really refers to it as home; she learned to stop asking about it sometime during the first year. It’s only fair to him she figures; he’s not the only one keeping secrets. When she feels ( Read more... )

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“You’ve got a nosebleed, babe.”

Kevin runs a finger above his lip and actually looks surprised to see that Larissa’s right. Her eyebrow quirks in response.

He glances around the noisy corner they’ve stopped at and comments, “Nose must be dry.”

“Use Afrin,” Larissa mumbles as she digs her gloved hands around her purse for ( Read more... )