I'm mastering the basic techniques of insomnia. It snowed last night. I watched ( Read more... )

It's still in the brinks, but I've got the main plot, subplots, sideplots and twists down. I only need to work on the sequences and dialogue.

Esh is excited to show off his new girlfriend at his best friend, Maser's latest shin-dig, but when Jill doesn't show up, nobody believes him. He goes on to explain with a picture of her from his wallet. ( Read more... )

It's been a long time. New layout. Dresden Dolls rock my knickers.

There's no way I can predict that my maternal uncle I haven't seen in 8 years, who has a long list of felonies behind him, will come to my front door on a monsoon-season night, pallid moon backlighting his grizzled frame and all, begging me to pose as his 12-year-old daughter ( Read more... )

It was a surreal nightfall, as Mozart sat in the next room, when I'd realized I had been taking this far too seriously.
This.
( the stupidest thing anyone could be saddened about )

Okay, I try to keep my silly posts down to a bare minimum but I really feel this must be shared.
I went out to dinner with a couple friends and a very profound question was raised.

Would it be socially acceptable (done in public) if people shit out their armpits?
What an unfathomable inquiry! Right up in the air with no prelude at all! Of ( Read more... )

Homophobe: A person afraid that curiosity and oportunity might someday collide.

There's definately something to be said about keeping one's word, and by golly, I'm going to keep mine! That's right. I'm cleaning out the closet!

Someone save me from the mess of all messes!

I've visited so many countries, lived in so many cities and all I've really discovered is that there is no place holding as many lonely, alienated, paranoid, narcissistic, frightened and trapped people as in the U.S. So why the hell are U.S. citizens so proud of their country? Why to they deny being its victem ( Read more... )

I stumbled out into the harsh morning sun and absently wiped great shards of crusties from my tear ducts. Golly, that was gross. At about four, Otek dragged in the poor boy-of-the-month and I tossed her a condom (flick of the wrist) and took off to meet up with prophet60091, who called my mobile twelve minutes after I arrived at the designated rendezvoux ( Read more... )

As I write this, I'm sitting amidst chaos. The floor is covered in art supplies, books, tapes, and clothes.. All my possessions are filthy and spilling out of baskets. I'm really trying to clean (really), but I find myself so often distracted with almost orgasmic zeal. I wish I could just be a little bit more obsessively tidy. Even my music ( Read more... )

As day began to leave me, I began my walk back from work. It was only a mile or so on a flat path; no hills. If there were hills, I’m certain I’d be in better shape. But I could think without the distraction of mountains or molehills ( Read more... )