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[Sep. 26th, 2008|10:19 am] |
Oayr, E's yh eteud yht E ghuf.
Ledsen allom.
( Sable. ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|10:23 am] |
Happy Birthday, darling husband. How old DOES this make you, now? Do cars celebrate birthdays? |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|11:32 am] |
People I know have been AWFULLY quiet and cryptic lately.
Where the hell is everyone? |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|11:41 am] |
I think I need a drink... |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|12:22 pm] |
Hark, ungrateful, unworthy citizens
of this failing experiment of Life
for time of judgment is nigh approaching
yet blindly still you destroy God's Own Work
refusing to take fault for thine action
Before me do I see the wreckage strewn
tattered remnants of those to be martyred
sacrificed to quell growing Divine Wrath
not accepting futility as truth
not repenting sins immeasurable
As the time of hopeless tradition comes
change, the elusive prayer of many
remember it so truly matters not
for your time here is fast coming to end
Least Creation will return to nothing.
All shall be as it was in Time Before. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|12:34 pm] |
it ain't EASY bein' chartreuse! |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|01:43 pm] |
( Wanda ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|04:28 pm] |
( Cass. ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|05:06 pm] |
Daddy, Psyche, Lotus, Uncle Ares, Aunt Eris... Look! A photograph of the Pea.
Sam cried. Twice, actually. First, when we listened to the heartbeat and then when we saw the baby on the screen.
Men. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|07:42 pm] |
Can't believe I'm about to say this, but...
I think I actually miss the sounds of all the people in the house. Dean's boots clompin everywhere, Bela's laugh, Anne's swishy dress going down the hall and Che swearin' at the coffee maker in the mornin cause it doesn't work fast enough.
Just me and the Roxy girl, and she's walkin around with one of Dean's socks like it's her baby. I think she misses him, well, I know she does.
Edit: Anyway. Also?? Look at what I made!!! Hi, Uncle Dean! You can't see, but I'm waving at you!
( Private ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|08:03 pm] |
Soren, Cassidy...
You've got nothing to do tonight that is more important than what I've got for you to do.
Come to my house. Whatever it is you've got planned can wait. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|08:14 pm] |
Is there anyone here that wouldn't mind teaching me a martial art?
The counselor believes that if I learn to let out my frustration in a controlled environment, I'll be less likely to bottle it up inside. <strike> and not lash out at anyone </strike>
She gave me a list of schools with their numbers for me to call, but I don't want to make an idiot of myself in front of any class and I can't afford private lessons |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|09:07 pm] |
I have a son.
We did it. Nine months. I don't... I still can't quite believe it. I've only been human myself for nine months. And now Hattie and I have brought another human into this big, bright, terrifying world. I look into his tiny face, I feel his little fingers grip around mine, and it still doesn't seem real to me. I look at my wife - my wife! - and I wonder how it's possible that entire lives can be turned upside down in so short of a time, and new lives created. And I worry. Oh, I worry. Will he find his way here? Will this be his home? How will I explain his family to him? Will we be good parents for him?
When will the world stop spinning? |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|09:24 pm] |
Hermes, love?
I want to go do something! |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|10:24 pm] |
You know what?
Life fucking rocks.
And I managed to alter my major just enough that it's still science related, but I don't have to go for two more years.
I've only got five more quarters to go. Sure, it's general science and not earth science, but that'll give me more options for specialization later.
Hell, I could go into molecular chemistry or some other weird shit. Maybe work on the collider that freaked people out so much.
It's funny, I've never felt like I had so many open possibilities in front of me before.
I think I'm capable of making decisions now. Which is a huge thing, believe me.
Anyway, the moral of this story is, good educational decisions deserve a night of dancing with friends.
Anybody care to be my friend tonight? |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|10:56 pm] |
( Lucifer ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|11:35 pm] |
...Does anyone here know obedience training? Or... childrearing techniques, I suppose? The babe has become rather insufferable, on both accounts.
Were I not left with the aftermath, I dare say I'd be proud. |
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