Month: September, 2007
workworkwork
Holy shit you guys! I’ve been working my ass off and am exhausted. Still trying to figure out a not nonsensical way of getting here. PACE sucks. Seriously. The Belmont bus is awesome, though. My team members rock hard, and my team leader gave me the green light to dye my hair unnatural colors. LOVE. [...]
New Theme
Autumn is my favorite season, and I have a new word press theme to celebrate. Is this the most useless post ever? Most likely. Related Articles: November is a lot of national SOMETHING SOMETHING month Search Weirdness New Theme *preen, preen* Navel Gazing Blog post copyright Brigid Keely Barjaktarevic. Originally posted at Words Words Words [...]
Free Steamer Trunk
Hey, does anyone in/around Chicago want a free steamer trunk? It’s flat topped and would make a good coffee table or side table. It’s black, the latches work, and it has leather handles that are slightly frayed but still usable. The interior is, iirc, pink and white ticking striped, and it has the original insert [...]
100 words: Werewolf Metaphor
“It’s metaphor. One big extended metaphor.†Dante was sprawled on one of the couch, Anna on the other, their legs tangled together. “A metaphor for what,†Anna asked cautiously, looking sideways at her friend. Dante shrugged elegantly, one long-fingered hand lazily twisting her skinny dreds. “Puberty.†Chloe snorted. Dante shook her head. “Think about it. [...]
Holy fucking shit
I start work as a full time employee the Monday after next. Excuse me while I hyperventilate. Related Articles: Hoarding and Purging ah mah glob! happy lumpin new year brah! Can we revisit the mythical bootstraps college student thing? In which I make a joke, then get all gross on you. Thoughts on a dying [...]
100 words: The Ugliest Whore in Belltown, Part Five
Abe came back an hour later, scrubbed pink and fragrant. His dark hair stuck up in damp tangles around his square head. He was draped in a clean sheet. Ghullah regarded him frankly, and a hot flush started at his face and spread down to his chest. “Lovely toga,†she drawled. “None of the clothing [...]