(personal) Mine! It's all mine!

Well, for tonight, anyways. The boy is watching stuff on TV, so I'm back on the big computer. Muwhahaha!

I might be trimming my LJ flist again - not because I don't like all of you, but I can't read LJ at work anymore (long story) and I don't have a lot of time to read, so I'm either doing one of two things - reading and not commenting, or dropping my list down to some must-reads. We'll see. I might just digest it all for the weekend.

Writing in FM chat tonight - come in and say hi! Hoping to pound out several K, since I'm back to writing just at lunch (more of that long story), and I have homework coming up.

More later.

(seasons) Metrics for 5/7/08

start: 55490
end: 57636
added: +2146

starting line:
“Once or twice.”

ending line:
“You gonna answer that, honey?” The waitress had come up again. “Or do you want me to call you a cab?”

darling:
The reason he had stopped screaming became immediately clear when she peeked into the driver’s side window. Morning glory vines were wrapped around him, pinning him in place and choking the life out of him. Green tendrils clung to every bit of exposed skin, tunneling into the flesh as if it were soil. His mouth was still open, gaping in a final death scream: the vine that had burrowed into the back of his neck had snaked up his throat like a second tongue, and a beautiful bloom, easily the size of Cleo’s fist, blossomed off the tip.

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Death by morning glory. 'Nuff said.