You said the moon was ours to hell with the day, the sunlight is only going to take love away.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The chief was so dismayed by the company’s antiquated accounting system that he often worried that the copy machine was only a temporary office fixture, and that one day he would show up for work and find a scrivener standing in the corner, quill pen in hand, sharing stories of his vacation time in Leeds.
Sometimes I love the anonymity of the confessional, but sometimes it drives me crazy guessing who said what.
Moving Hell optimism :: bakerina :: 0
We might be making progress here.
Don’t Tell My Children :: Jo :: 0
Flying is a good excuse to take drugs.
Friday, July 25, 2008
show me the… lint? :: aerosolspray :: 0
It wasn’t until I bought a new wallet that I realized I was broke.
Anonymity, Not :: Jo :: 1
She welcomed the sweet anonymity of the internet, not realizing that she left a trail behind her like wet toilet paper on the sole of a shoe.
Okay, Scrineverse, let’s all join hands and sing “Hands Across the 80’s” for Our Miss Bunni, who is fighting the good fight” for 24 hours, starting Saturday morning.
The problem with being a superhero, Juan realized, was clearly a matter of poor costuming: every time he wore his underwear over his jeans he chafed so badly he couldn’t resume superhero duties for at least a week.
Tammy realized her mistake almost as soon as she got to work; somehow casual Fridays did not include her Wonder Womam pajamas, stylish as they were.
Going too far. :: littledevilworks :: 3
Many times someone takes something a little too far and you imagine if they had stopped one sentence sooner; of course there are some people who just shouldn’t even bother starting to speak, because one sentence is one too many.
That’s not my bad, that’s YO bad!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
“If you waste my time and we’re not sleeping together, it’s billable.”
There were bugs crawling in the gaps between the letters of his keyboard who refused to leave, and every time he tried to press a key, he was grossly sickened by the crunch of flattened critters beneath his fingers.
Rufus thinks that he could take being tortured as long as it didn’t involve his teeth or his toes, and my friend Schuster was about to say something himself when we swore we heard Rufus’ mom through the floorboards say something about teasing and bedwetting.
Sitting in a corner of the living room, ripping up a full box of bank account statements, direct deposit statements and other ephemera from 1999, Bronwyn dreamed of a place where all such things could be placed in a drawer, easily referenced and thrown out once their usefulness had passed.
Perhaps I should try harder.
step 1 :: You can call me, 'Sir' :: 1
I now have only 99 more to go until 300 sentences.
step 2 :: You can call me, 'Sir' :: 0
I now have only 98 more to go until 300 sentences.
Bird brain :: pam :: 0
A feathered dinosaur hopped lithely along the window sill, striking terror into the hearts of ants and beetles moments before their annhilation.
Life’s Vicissitudes :: Jo :: 6
I do it all for my cat.
In the most sorrowful of times when you find no vowels upon your rack, find comfort in the almighty crwth.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
hindsight :: JadedBeauty :: 3
They should have stopped while they were ahead, but when exactly was that?
Dark :: JadedBeauty :: 1
He was her everything, she was his almost.
Failures in leadership :: Br. Ezra :: 0
I suppose the blame lies with me for phrasing that last demand in the form of a question.
Heaven hates ham :: Br. Ezra :: 1
Heaven seems to hate the pig, but I can never consider eternity without bacon to be paradise.
I realize that I am no longer a hep cat, but could someone please tell me why ABBA are dressed like extras from a Howard’s End remake?
Einstein bemoaned the age of disco believing it to be responsible for the present decline of western civilization, but Schrodinger’s cat thought disco a good thing and that retro dance clubs a great place for a cat to get himself some sweet pussy, but Einstein couldn’t buy into that argument, and he thought that no one would really dance to disco beats of Pink Floyd covers no matter how snappy they were.
Leaving Pineville :: Br. Ezra :: 0
On the way out of Pineville the traveler will notice an old billboard just beyond the KFC that reads, Their bitter blood sleeps restlessly in the earth, and if they are wise they will listen to the advice of Rev. Downy and stop at the roadside chapel a moment to pray, and hope the sign isnt talking about chickens.
Sometimes when something ordinary happens around the house--like running out of ketchup or the batteries going dead on a remote control--my son and I will pretend to be in agony and yell, “Welshy!”
Next stop: Malebolge :: bakerina :: 2
Maybe it wasn’t for personal benefit, but I think it’s appropriate to reserve the eighth circle of hell for a company that tells you on Tuesday that your new job will pay $4,500 more than your old job and that the paperwork is on the way, only to tell you on Wednesday that a) that additional money should never have been offered to you and b) the paperwork will go out just as soon as the Compensation Board votes on whether or not there is money in the budget for your salary.
Wow, that was the best movie I never want to see again.
Searching daily for her black notebook in her black purse, Muriel knew she deserved everything she got.
It’s bigger than you, and you are Nutley.
Let’s pee in the corner, Let’s pee in the spotlight.
Wow…Part 8,734 :: JadedBeauty :: 2
Everyone falls from grace, it’s just a matter of when.
“I don’t think I’ll ever look at a bottle of Corona the same way again.”
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
note to self: :: aerosolspray :: 1
I have a feeling that maybe you have such a concise, yet vivid image of love because you think too much about it, as if you were afraid to find it, afraid to lose it, and afraid of where it could take you.
The desert…. :: littledevilworks :: 0
“When I die,” he declared ceremoniously, “I want you to bury me in a DRY climate.”
melon choly :: 'mouse :: 2
Honey dew, I do love you but we can’t elope.
Yuck, Bodily Fluids :: Jo :: 0
It was one of her life’s ambitions never to sweat if at all possible, and if it became necessary she would move to Alaska.
Yeah, sure, you betcha :: 'mouse :: 3
The ancient desert tortoise eyed the sooty wreckage, muttered, “Yeah, sure, you betcha… flying is easy… landing not so much,” and ambled slowly toward the succulent cactus he’d chosen for lunch.
mayday :: aerosolspray :: 1
We may have crashed, and we may have burned, but it’s worth it all, just to know that we’ve flown
Using tiny push pins :: pam :: 0
The more maps Jerry mounted on the wall, the more he became convinced he could one day learn to transport his office to some foreign land.
When pickles attack :: pam :: 2
A sinister odor of dill pervaded the apartment.
Muriel listed all her anxieties in her journal, feeling they were too private to be blogged, though in her heart she knew her blog was no more widely read than her journal.
Sympathy pains :: bakerina :: 4
If I could donate the pinky and ring finger from my left hand, I would—which, considering that I am left-handed, is really saying something.
Evil aromatherapy :: bakerina :: 2
There are few things that smell nicer than the scent of almond in a cool room—unless, of course, you have just broken a full bottle of almond extract all over your kitchen floor, almond extract that is not only concentrated (and thus pricey), but also a key ingredient in the cherry pie you planned to bake for your last major baking project in your old apartment.
Sometimes the sky and trees and the moss and the light and the birds and the ... ah, yes, just sometimes.
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n. [L. scrinium a case for books, letters, etc.: cf. OF. escrin, F. ['e]crin. See Shrine.] 1. A chest, bookcase, or other place, where writings or curiosities are deposited; a shrine. [Obs.] 2. A large bird having rusted metal plumage. 3. The loud, distinct cry of the bird known as Scrine. --v.i. 4. to write, utter, mumble, speak, or otherwise expel from the brain random thoughts, words, sounds, and sentences. 5. scrine like a baby, Informal
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