fine lines

Hello, world. It's a lovely Sunday morning. Freezing rain in the forecast, cloudy skies, I fucking know you're jealous. I didn't post yesterday, although I did want to. I started…

let’s be humanoid

It's finally Friday. I woke up when Shawshank did, with the alarm telling something about sports. Fortunately, even with Pippin screaming at me, I dozed for a couple of hours.…

take the fucking gemstone

It's morning again. No one asked for this. I slept yesterday afternoon away. Shawshank booted up the game around lunchtime. I pulled a snuggly, cat-magnet of a blanket up over…