Okay okay okay.

I need some advice.

As many of you can see, I've got a massive selection of poopy (you know it's serious now) icons (the one I'm using right now is a fine example)!

I realize I'm in a post-apocalyptic (or should I say APOCALYPSE-ICK LOL) world where nothing is fair ever but frankly, I've been pretty gosh-darn cool about the whole ( Read more... )

comment to this post and other people will:
- ask you ~questions about yourself~
- tell you what they think about you
- tell you an assumption they made about you
- give you a compliment
AND/OR
- guess your name, age, and location

(you do not have to answer truthfully but maybe you should!! unless your answer is really funny.)

Looking for a good steak.

Suggestions?

The library is seeing rather a busy day. People coming and going, up to and into all manner of things.

Take, for instance, John Constantine. He's on the second level, books spread out all over a table he's commandeered for himself. (Though he wouldn't complain if attractive company wanted a seat.) He's heavy into some research, poring over ( Read more... )

There is someone in the agora who has no interest in asking questions. He would quite possibly be fascinated with the sky whales and interdimentional city, but right now what occupies his thoughts and actions is what was transported to Xanadu along with him: a blanket fort.

Eight year old Jeff Wash is inside the fort, fussing with its structure. An ( Read more... )

i promise xana the next question i ask will be about something utterly pointless, like how to take revenge on somebody who keeps plastering porn on all your electronics. you could call it a porny revengebut first i need a job. not in the 'eh sure would be nice to have pocket change' way but the 'if you dont get a fucking job ill make you regret ( Read more... )

So Penelope is in Xanadu today looking somewhat less chic than usual. For anyone who knows her, this would be cause enough for concern, but when she lights her cigarette and takes a drag, the way her hands shake is more than a little unsettling in itself ( Read more... )

( it's hard to believe just what I've become )

INQUIRING MINDS: Do you ever actually owe somebody an explanation?

And now the one I reckon I'll get better answers for: What should I have for lunch? How rude is it really to read while you're eating in a café? Because I don't think that one's an actual rule, I think someone made it up.

I can't stop believing that people are essentially good - we might get lost upon the way, make mistakes, pervert our actual nature. But people are good.

... If you don't believe that... what is the point of any of this?

Yeah?