- 2:51 pm - Tue, May 8, 2012
I get the oddest cravings from time to time.
I mixed sauerkraut, cubes of dill pickles, mayonnaise, dijon mustard, honey, and sprinkles of ground ginger together. Yes, I ate the crap out of that. Now, I feel ill.
I don’t even know why I did that. It seemed healthy and cool at the time…
My Viking texted back, “You’re going to explode”, when I told him. I can imagine him shaking his head and smirking to himself. Asshole.
- 2:46 pm
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Why “douchebag” is an awesome insult:
When you call someone a douchebag, what you’re literally saying to them is,
“You think you’re so great, but your existence is actually totally unnecessary and your main function is probably toxic. Also you shouldn’t be allowed near anyone’s genitalia.”
Oh my dear GOD. You know what. I will probably end up saying that whole thing instead of simply saying, “You douchebag.” Actually, probably not. I tend to favor words where I can seem like I’m joking (even when I’m not). I don’t think I could say the literal translation without letting some serious disgust appear on my face.
(Source: nerdgirling, via ebbingusually)
- 2:31 pm
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A great way to figure out what something is, is to define what it is not.
The Challenge: Write a quick (or long, if it ends up being fun/plot relevant) scene in which a character of yours is NOT acting like themselves. Try to write the opposite of their usual personality as well as you can,…
- 5:22 pm - Mon, May 7, 2012
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Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.
- 7:39 am - Tue, May 1, 2012
I Will Not Be That Girl Again
Today, I indulged in hours-long foray into the blogosphere of writers, feminists, and overall amazing bloggers. Bliss. Somehow, I went from this to this. That last one there? I laughed, brooded, and laughed again. But what I would typically be afraid to admit before, I will do it here and now. It struck a nerve in me.
Mostly because all of these guys with their contrived (and very weak) efforts to attract a girl skeeve me out. They confirm for me over and over again why I hated to date and rarely ever did. They’re the epitome of everything I could not stand about most of them. I can already imagine the word “man-hater” getting ready to be slung at me.
- 9:53 am
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Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole
Today, we meet Jack Clocktail!
I heard a mechanical clicking. It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Suddenly, a rather large rabbit jumped into view. I yelped, jumping backwards, and he, so startled, yelled and jumped backwards, too.
“Oh, dear me! Dear me, lass. Gave me a fright.” The mechanical clicking whirred faster as he brought his little brown paw up to his chest, standing upright to peer at me curiously. The sound slowed to a more regular, steady beat. ”Aha. You’d be Pleasant!”
- 3:06 pm - Mon, Apr 23, 2012
“All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.”
— William Shakespeare
From The Merchant of Venice