Techno-Colored Crust

McFly's "5 Colours In Her Hair"

Just Desserts

It's no secret that I'm not exactly a fan of Twilight. At the same time, I am thoroughly convinced of Merlin's adept skill in improving upon anything and everything idiotic. But, just in case you weren't privy to those particular tidbits of information, I present you with the evidence that follows...

Recipe for a Well-Planned Death

The Chocolate 'Surprise'

You know how there are some things that just shouldn't be done? Well, the atrocity you're about to witness is one of them. And, boy, oh, boy, is it a dozy.

The Red-Hot Chili Pepper of My Daydreams

Mm, Colin Morgan. Just so yummy...

Monsieur Alfredo and I: A Complicated Relationship

It looks so innocent, doesn't it? Harmless, even. But, alas, this nature had no part in my experience with this venerable pasta this day. It was not to be... 

Refined Sugar

Adele's "Turning Tables"

A Spoonful of Cobra

Cobra Starship's "You Make Me Feel..."

A Wittle Piece of Cosmic Pie

I love this song!

(FYI: It's called "Cosmic Love" by Florence + The Machine. Just letting you know.)

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes

I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me

blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blow out

You left me in the dark

No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight

In the shadow of your heart

Humble Pie

You know those people who always endeavor to tilt everything in their favor, spin everything their way? Yeah, me too. Irritating, aren’t they?

Anyways... 

By and by, it all comes down to this one little truism: at the end of the day, a girl can only take so much.

Book Lung

(plural book lungs)
n
breathing organ in spiders: the breathing organ in spiders and other arachnids, with membranous tissue arranged in folds that resemble the leaves of a book 

Encarta ® World English Dictionary 

Updated --- 09.13.2011

He Just Had To Ask...

I’ve never been a fan of cars, so, usually, when I want to go somewhere, I either do without and forget or I walk. (I used to ride my bike around some, only then I outgrew it. The bike, that is.) But it’s not as if walking is some sort of regimental stipulation for life. I don’t walk just to walk. That’s just...stupid. Why in the heck would you do something just for the sake of doing it? I don’t even do that when I read a book. I do it because I love to read, lose myself in some other world for a while. There has to be some sort of reasoning behind it, otherwise, there’s no point to it. Z doesn’t seem to get this concept.

Possum On The Side Of The Road

Honestly, I'm a little superstitious. It's not as if I'm that way about everything...just some things. But, well, my little quirks and other customarily incorporeal palisades aren't of the, err, usual variety. Par exemple, when I put something in the microwave, I always make sure that the time I punch in is a multiple of six (it's my favorite number). If that doesn't work out, or I think one of the six multiples I want to put in might be either not enough or too much time, I put it in flat-out minutes. Similarly, when I turn up the volume on the TV, it always has to be on an even number. I keep pennies in all four corners of my bedroom, blow a kiss to every cardinal that comes my way, and I've always made sure that I never sit directly in front of the table corner, even if it's really crowded and there's nowhere else for me to sit (personally, I'd rather stand). Why am I telling you this? Well, there're a couple of reasons. For now, though, don't fret too much over it. It'll all start fitting together in just a bit. You'll see.

To The Birds

Yes, yes. I know. Most people are, at the very least, vaguely excited by V-Day. But I'm not gonna lie. If I had my way, it wouldn't exist. Not around me. I don't really care what you do with your own time. That's your business. But just please, please don't take up mine with your sentimental. I'm not interested. Not even a little bit. I don't want any cards, chocolates, kisses...nothing. Just some peace and quiet. That's all I ask.

Honestly, I just don't get the whole Valentine's thing. Like, all of these girls are running around, twisting their boyfriends round and round their pinkies, and there's hearts everywhere. It's freakin' nuts.

And, well...do my fellow females honestly think that guys really care about you, just because they get you something for ChocDay (as I call it)? That what they get you is an accurate representation of how they feel towards you? 'Cause that's just ridiculous.

Fully Aglow

Your taste – the feel
of your mouth, the edging
all along your hot pink tongue – it's like
burnt sugar, trembling,
Crumbling black-brown
molded
oh so firmly
to the insides of my mouth
Yes, yes
I can taste it
I can feel it
I can