Dauna Undefined

It’s official. I’m definitely going down there. You know, writer’s hell where they take away your pen and your muse, refuse to give you paper, and leave you with dreams solely in black and white that are as uninspiring as hell can be. *blows nose*

It’s all true. It’s also true that I probably have anger [...]

Some days you’re so focused on getting there, that you never notice the small things along the way. Like the sky at night, or a sunset. A tiny blue and yellow flower in the park beside the track you walk at least once a week. The cityscape. The strange electric beauty of a highway with [...]

Ok, well predictably if I’m going to rant it’s going to be about LCF. At least recently it seems that way. I’ve decided I don’t wish to talk to him. He argues too much, and lately I’m not in the mood to just let an argument go if I think it’s wrong.

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You’ll never guess what I had for breakfast today. What? Cake? How’d you guess? Am I that predictable? Of course I am.

It was cold, so I’m not sure if my impression of it is too reliable. Mom said when it warmed up a bit it was better. All I can say [...]

After a rather lengthy discussion (read:debate) with LCF (*sigh*,yes again) upon the morality of being gay/lesbian, I finally had to beg off to watch Kingdom Hospital, which I love. I like its quirky suspense.

Of course I came up with the perfect rebuttal to what he’d ended with much later. Actually while I was [...]

I just finished writing a sad scene in a story. When I finished I could feel my breastbone aching as if it were one huge bruise, battered by the beating of my heart. This is all for a character in a story.

The idea of my breastbone aching must be proscribed to the power of suggestion [...]

I felt compelled to say something on the twentieth, but after I looked what I wrote over, I did not want to post it. The twentieth was the anniversary of the war. Everyone knows that.

I wish the war had not began. I do not take war lightly. Most of you will probably protest that neither [...]

Happy Pre-Birthday to Mopie! {Anyone’s Any}

(Ok, I confess, I thought it was today. It’s late at night and I’m tired. Confusion is suspected and unsurprizing. Besides, I probably won’t post tomorrow anyway. So Happy Birthday I enjoy reading you. [no, she's not going to see this. I like talking to myself. Why do [...]