“You came back wrong,” he sneered.

Her body wilted.  “I know,” she whispered.  “I know.”

“Huh’s that?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?  They did something wrong.  Something always goes wrong.  This time, it's me.  I’m all… wrong.”

He shook his head, a churning mass of sorrow and guilt threatening to eviscerate him.  “Pet…”

A bitter laugh ( Read more... )

School, work, and moving have been kicking my ass. I've been exhausted, fighting off a cold, and have virtually no time for anything fun.

And yet, I couldn't be happier. Really.

My new apartment is really starting to feel like home. It's definitely become my own.  I've spent quite a bit of money (to me, anyway) furnishing it.  I'm pretty much done ( Read more... )

I just got a phone call, and it's official--I got the apartment that I want.

*Insert extra long and high pitched squeeage here*

I still have all of my packing to do, not to mention studying and work. But none of it matters right now because I'm in!!!!!

I get to start moving in a week from today. Holy. Cow.

I'll call him Gregor. Greg for short. I think his last name is Samsa, but I wouldn't swear to it.

I think my cats like Greg, but I'm not so fond of him. I've told him that he needs to leave, but he just doesn't listen.

The messed up thing? I didn't even invite Greg in. He just came in of his own accord. Just walked in like he owned the place. Was ( Read more... )

Oh, holy hell, I have a class with a guy who has absolutely gorgeous eyes--they are pale, pale green and unlike any I've ever seen before.  The rest of him ain't bad either.  It's all I can do not to stare and drool.

And then I have to slap myself silly, because he's got to be about ten years younger than me.  *pouts*

Reason that I never read WIP's (excepting certain authors) number three:

Two words. Invisible Ink.

I've had this little rule for quite a while. There are only a few authors that come to mind when I think of those whose work I am completely willing and happy to read while still in progress. But I messed up, due to sheer boredom. About three months ( Read more... )

So the apartment that I live in now (you know, the one I'm getting OUT of?  Finally?) is itty-bitty.  It's barely even an apartment.  I've had living rooms the size of my whole apartment.  Hell, my room at my grandpa's house is bigger than this apartment.  Think I'm exaggerating?

400 sq ft.
400 sq ft for my living room, bedroom, kitchen, and ( Read more... )

The neighbors that live directly above me are usually pretty quiet....

But (almost) without fail, they have a heated argument complete with raised voices and stomping (and the occasional random thump of something hitting the floor) sometime in the wee hours of at precisely 1:12 Monday morning.  I can track them going from the living room to the ( Read more... )

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Proof Reason that I've gone 'round the bend number ten:

I've just spent a lot of money (and time) on an animal that was originally meant to be snake food.

You see, we have snakes.  Three of them, in fact.  We have a baby red tail, a juvenile milk snake, and an adult ball.  The ball eats rats--or, she does when she's not freaking hibernating (!!).  ( Read more... )