HIS HANDS ARE ALIEN JESSIE.
STOP LYING.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
it's easy to sleep when you're dead
of Montreal is cooler than you. Yeah, I went there. I also found the shift key today. It's kind of my friend.
Yes, the 'o' is not capitalized.
Thank you, Aunt Lysa. To think, I didn't know about these guys until that fateful car ride..
:D
:D
Listen to them. Come on. They're Psychedelic Rock.
Annnddddd I'm rambling. -runs off to burn homework in fireplace-
Yes, the 'o' is not capitalized.
Thank you, Aunt Lysa. To think, I didn't know about these guys until that fateful car ride..
:D
:D
Listen to them. Come on. They're Psychedelic Rock.
Annnddddd I'm rambling. -runs off to burn homework in fireplace-
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
mental patient coraline?
i just finishes reading "coraline" by neil gaiman, one of the best books i've ever read.
and then jessie was all "let's write a novel together for nanowrimo!"
and the plotbunnies attacked.
this just popped into my head.
i could feel her crawling through me, poking at the recesses of my mind.
'you're not supposed to go there,' i said. 'that's where they are.'
'who's they?' she asked. 'can i meet them?'
i didn't know what to say to that. 'i.. don't know. they're creepy and crawly. they stay back there because the sun burns them.'
she cocked her head, leaning back against my cerebellum. 'i'm not scared.'
'well, you could meet them, i suppose,' i admitted.
she just laughed at me. 'like you could stop me.' and she dived back to Them, the scary and the creepy crawly.
she didn't show up again for a long time. forever, i thought.
and so life went on.
and then jessie was all "let's write a novel together for nanowrimo!"
and the plotbunnies attacked.
this just popped into my head.
i could feel her crawling through me, poking at the recesses of my mind.
'you're not supposed to go there,' i said. 'that's where they are.'
'who's they?' she asked. 'can i meet them?'
i didn't know what to say to that. 'i.. don't know. they're creepy and crawly. they stay back there because the sun burns them.'
she cocked her head, leaning back against my cerebellum. 'i'm not scared.'
'well, you could meet them, i suppose,' i admitted.
she just laughed at me. 'like you could stop me.' and she dived back to Them, the scary and the creepy crawly.
she didn't show up again for a long time. forever, i thought.
and so life went on.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
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