Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception.

[caithream]

"Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night.

I suppose these things happen."


I love. This. Movie.

And I had to watch it today, with our stereo system and whatnot, because I had no classes today and therefore had to fully take advantage of my time.

I love it. So much. Augh.



The hole punched through my cheek doesn't ever heal. I'm going to work, and my punched-out eye sockets are two swollen-up black bagels around the little piss holes I have left to see through. Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody noticed. Still, I'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to everyone. When I pass people in the hall at work, I get totally ZEN right in everyone's hostile little FACE.

Just by contrast, this makes me the calm little center of the black crusty stains on my pants, I'm saying HELLO to everybody at work. HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I'm so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.

It makes my fingers itch to write. I love it. Lovelovelove it.


I stopped by Borders today to inquire about my application. The girl at customer service gave me the general manager's card with his number, and told me that she thinks they're hiring. YES. Man, I hope so. Every day I go to work at my office makes me want to just walk out and never come back. I can hardly stand it anymore.

Lost is finally on again next week...!

Comments

[tinted-glass.livejournal.com]

NO, don't make me want to draw Fight Club, or write Fight Club, OR ANYTHING FIGHT CLUB right now. I WAS JUST LOOKING AT MY FIC EARLIER TODAY AND THINKING GOD I WANT TO FINISH THIS. I was just looking at my fic earlier today and thinking GOD WHAT WAS I THINKING.

[caithream.livejournal.com]

YES YES YESSS I AM JACK'S CREATIVE TWITCH AND I SAY YES AND AND I LOVE EDWARD NORTON AND BRAD FREAKING PITT AND HIS CRAZY LAUGH AND HIS MUSCLES AND WHEN HE WAS FIGHTING YOU COULD SEE HIS HIIIIP LIIIINES AND IT KILLS ME DED IN EVERY WAY.

omg.

Er, also! I didn't know you had a fic going! May I ask where it is? :D!

[tinted-glass.livejournal.com]

AFLKASJDFGSLG STOP WITH THE LOVVEEEE. *HIDES*

The fic is stored in the dark recesses of my computer WHERE NO ONE WILL EVER SEE IT. The last part is not true, but I haven't posted any segments. I don't like posting unfinished stories, especially when the story is a one-shot. *laughs*

But. Uhm. If you want to read a portion... like... the introduction XD;; then you can, because I feel bad about excluding Fight Club from my journal for such a LONG time.

[caithream.livejournal.com]

YOU KNOW I WOULD.

Or whatever you would feel comfortable with, hee. I get a bit alkdfsljlkjas myself when people read my "work." :x