Cathy must die, 26 December 2009

Now that it's Boxing Day, we can probably look forward to watching Cathy whine about her weight.

Pistachio, Chocolate, Nectarine, and a Brownie.

...what was going to happen to me soon. That as they killed the thing that was killing me, one of my most treasured possessions, the hair that I had been cultivating since I was three was going to have to die as well. I felt my mom squeeze my shoulder as we went past room after room, until we finally reached room 1017. “Here it is,” a nurse by the name of Olga announced. I swallowed, and looked up ...

Murderer's Row - Part Eight

... Donut groaned and covered his face. “I'm gonna die! I'm not going to live to be twenty-... have...” “They might have died, or they might die before they recover. Who knows. It's a ... they're dead... or I'm likely to die in a week. Provided they know that I helped ... to cast bets on whether I'm likely to die or not?” Donut mumbled. “Why not? If you're gonna die, I might as well get some more pruno ...

Fuck AIDS, disease, drug abuse, conniving and abusive parents, and having a family member die on Christmas. This is such bullshit. RIP Uncle Karl. Merry Fucking Christmas.

Title: all the times i've given in (you fit me like a second skin)

... , who said she would hunt me down if I didn't finish this. I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN BREATHPLAY BEFORE, HOHGOD. *bites nails* I have started calling this the Zombie Fic because it just WILL. NOT. DIE. Be careful what you wish for, Asha darling. Also, since the Joe/Nick Comment!Fic Free-For-All was over like a month ago, EPIC DEADLINE FAIL. (...you gotta give it up to get off sometimes...)

Title: all the times i've given in (you fit me like a second skin)

... , who said she would hunt me down if I didn't finish this. I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN BREATHPLAY BEFORE, HOHGOD. *bites nails* I have started calling this the Zombie Fic because it just WILL. NOT. DIE. Be careful what you wish for, Asha darling. Also, since the Joe/Nick Comment!Fic Free-For-All was over like a month ago, EPIC DEADLINE FAIL. (...you gotta give it up to get off sometimes...)

Cowboy R and the Mortality of Parents

...For a long time, that created a kind of disbelief in me. That my father wasn't really dead, that it was an insurance scam, and he was sitting on a beach somewhere in Mexico. It's hard when our parents die. We grow up, thinking that they're so strong, that they'll always be there. And when, suddenly, they're not, it's a shock. It's been more than twenty years since his death, and I still think ...

Feelings - [oneshot 1/1, Miyavi/Kai]

... more faster than it should by the count of times when the ears hears your name, or when the eyes saw the slightest sight of your figure. Do you know how painful it could get? I swear I could have die by just the soft whisper of your sweet sacred voice… People call you an angel, a savior, a king…. A god…. I couldn’t agree more. You are their everything… Your small reaction causes a huge feedback ...

It's all about Christmas tradition

... Christmas in my stocking. Some years I get more than one, usually it's two or three. My parents spend all year looking for odd pens and pencils, and they are always part of my Christmas gifts. This year was no exception. Some people have jewelry or fine china as mementos and things passed down to them. When I die, I will have to pass the magical pen and pencil collection on to someone.

No Holding Back: A Fanmix for the United States of America

... is a song I guess it's all over, How to have faith, when faith is a crime? I don't want to die... If God's on our side, then God is a joker, Asleep on the job, his children fall over, Running out through the door and straight to the sky, I don't want to die... For every man who wants to rule the world, There'll be a man who just wants to be free, What do we learn...