My heels are actually numb right now… but that’s because I’m balancing my computer at an odd angle on my knees, forcing them into the carpet and making them feel very… strange. I also have pretty strange opinions about heels– I mean, who really LIKES them? I don’t… they’re strange and hard to draw.
Wandering… what was that poem they forced on us in Senior year? I hated it, I remember, because I could only remember the bit about the flowers. I hated those flowers for obscuring the rest of the poem.
Example example example…. How do you make an example of someone? I mean, sure, you can EMBARRASS them, you can beat them up… but what if someone’s not paying attention to whatever the hell you’re doing to that person? Really, it’d be kind of pointless. Wouldn’t it? Because… yeah.
They moved the tables together, and Jim cringed. He’d known he couldn’t avoid the direct questions forever, but he’d at least hoped to make it past the next Kobiashi Maru before having to answer them.
But one glance at Bones’ tired, beleaguered face told him that wouldn’t happen.
I don’t know my sister’s pin number to her card…
She tells me it every now and again.
She just told me she “tells me all the time”
Well, you see, it’s not my card so I don’t know the pin number.
Inventing? I don’t know much about it. I can invent a story off the top of my head, with the barest hints at a plot…
but to actually physically create something? That’s more the paternal side of my family… My father, the mechanic and technician. My grandfather, the aeronautics expert…
How is it that the first thing that popped into my mind was a Disney movie?
Usually I’m much dirtier than this… usually, I’d have said “wow, what a tangle of limbs THAT adventure turned out to be!” or something even more sexualized….
No. “Isn’t that some kind of Rapunzel movie?”
Chocolate… why the hell do people buy chocolate for V-day? I mean, really. “I love you so much that I will buy you this insignificant treat.”
Why don’t you focus on something they LIKE?
What would you do if they didn’t want the chocolate?
Really, people, grow a brain and a spine.
The microphones available today are so disgustingly smoothe… what ever happened to the class of a silver bulb mic? I mean, let’s face it, there’s no way you can look at modern mic’s with the bulby thing on one end and the sleek black DILDO-like look and not go “WTF?”
He charged forward, grabbing for cloth. For a heart-stopping moment, he thought he’d missed.
Curiously, the bomb made no noise as it exploded. He felt only a pleasant warmth spread across his face as he junged backward, Watson safely in his arms.