cat and mouse...

Will it always be this game of cat and mouse, dearest rabbit?

For the prey, you seem too awfully fond of the hunt.

I miss you, you know. Even now, even the wolf finds some tears left to shed, a few more pieces of heart yet to break.

You know things will never be the same anymore? It seems oddly fitting we spent our last day together so far apart. I never got a kiss goodbye.

Do you hate me? Is that why you toy? Could it be the kindest and cruelest thing to do to you is to die horribly in your sight?

The sweet dreams that remind me of you turn to the worst nightmares when I wake up.

Come back soon, dear rabbit. End this game of cat and mouse.

pins and needles...

... through my nipples...

postulate...

I reckon that being a nice person alone is insufficient to procure any advantage over the average person. Pretty much anyone can be nice, although granted that people are increasingly crass, it will definitely give you an edge where service folk are concerned.

Now, being attractive AND nice? You're talking extra scoops of ice cream, diamond-encrusted platinum class service, and other freebies galore.

Gonna hotti-fy myself. And it's all for the member benefits. How delightful.

truths...

... or maybe it would be funniest if I let you kill me.

I've already died inside enough times because of you, anyway.

and nothing else is new...

'Tis strange how excitable people get over sex. Funny that they try so hard to get people to not have sex. It's like trying not to think of something. Quite, quite, quite pointless. And often hilarious.

There's nothing in the news that would surprise me overly much, except maybe if the published numbers matched my lottery ticket. Then again, SOMEONE has to win it sometime.

This just might be the best year yet. Or the worst. The most likely thing is that it will be somewhere between the best and worst, leaving it nowhere in particular, which would be the desired outcome.

I'd like to save you from ruination, but sometimes, world, it's just easier and funnier if I let you kill yourself.

day x-1...

Second last day on the job. Pay was definitely good, and work was quite fun when it kicked in.

Nothing like getting cash money to play with lasers and explosives.

on the job...

Day two, and still nothing has happened much.

That said, I'm making in a week what I used to make in two months, so no complaints.

Hopefully something interesting happens before the week runs out though.