Christmas pressies up for grabs over at good evil

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things i did when i was dead touching evil. killers kill and lovers love – things fall apart, just like they are always apt to do. susan; david/susan. rated nc-17. 5328 words. notes: oh boy. so, i'm sort of obsessed with this show now? and there are spoilers for the entire season. and if you have not seen this show, remedy that, yo. (let’s go said he not too far said she what’s too far said he where you are said she) ( may i feel said he , e.e. cummings) - “I’ve discovered...

Ok, I have decided that money really is the root of evil. Maybe not ALL evil, but definitely evil. We need it, we covet it, we want more of it, even if we don't need more. I didn't say want more, I said need more. And it's strange that once the money is our possession it is now "our" money. Seconds ago it was someone else's money, now it's ours. And we are very protective of it. We hide it in the darkness of our wallets, purses, pockets. We count it out in secret, carefully peeking at just the corners...

It's an amazing thing, getting a full nights sleep! I can honestly say I haven't done that in a while. Before I forget:  For Ann-  http://fictionwriting.about.com/cs/a.htm?t erms=fiction+writing This site has all your fiction writing howsits and whosits. Enjoy!  Anyways. I need to set up a schedule. There's so many writing projects I want to take on, but not enough time! (Darn my short human life span!) so I decided to just start with the basics for now.  Jayna's Childhood- From the time her...

Woo. At work. I've actually been doing 'work stuff" today. Calling people, faxing stoof. That sort of thing. YEY. *helpful* But yar, yesterday I had to talk to the most MISERABLE woman I've ever had the displeasure of talking to. I mean, JEEZ. Who peed in HER cheerios?!  Blarf, she was all condescending and was imitating me over the phone. I mean, I might be wrong, but isn't behavior like that usually associated with 5 year olds?  But HA. Turns out Risa (that's her name) has had a run-in with my...

Have you ever read a sentence and then you felt that your heart could sign in after it? A book fragment that you could feel so intensively that the feeling was beyond the borders of understanding? I've found two. "Above him was the blazing sky, below, the lake; all around was the horizon, clear and infinite. He looked out upon this, long and anxiously. He remembered how he had stretched out his arms towards the beautiful, boundless blue of the horizon, and wept, and wept. What had sotormented...