You've read that right! I, as someone with an atrocious baking history, have conjured something from eggs, mlk, and cake mix something that is actually, for all extensive purposes, semi edible!

And during this process, here's a list of the damage I inflicted to ingredients and kitchen alike:

2 singed oven mitts
2 pans sopping with cake mix
1 cake-clotted mixing bowl
1/2 bag of powdered sugar ruined
1 bowl and
3 bars of baking chocolate burned
1 apple diced to inedible pieces
3 containers of whipped cream discovered to be moldy
1/2 bag of coconut used to messily garnish the cake
1 handful of dried blueberries added on top for color

...mix 1 tsundere and stir until deredere. And yes, this was made as a thank you for someone on my f-list. You know who you are. :|  ...Okay, maybe you don't know who you are. YOU CAN'T BE THAT DENSE. D:

( And here are pictures. )

I have strep throat.

It feels like my throat's been repeatedly raped by sandpaper.


Yui does not approve of this shit.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people. Hahaha, no.


If we did not get to the hotel soon, immediately, miraculously, in the very next block, I felt I would lose all control over the Haze jalopy with its ineffectual wipers and whimsical brakes; but the passers-by I applied to for directions were either strangers themselves or asked with a frown 'Enchanted what?' as if I were a madman; or else they went into such complicated explanations, with geometrical gestures, geographical generalities and strictly local clues (...then bear south after you hit the courthouse...) that I could not help losing my way in the maze of their well-meaning gibberish. Lo, whose lovely prismatic entrails had already digested the sweetmeat, was looking forward to a big meal and had begun to fidget. As to me, although I had long become used to a kind of secondary fate (McFate's inept secretary, so to speak) pettily interfering with the boss's generous magnificent plan--to grind and grope through the avenues of Briceland was perhaps the most exasperating ordeal I had yet faced. In later months I could laugh at my inexperience when recalling the obstinate boyish way in which I concentrated upon that particular inn with its fancy name; for all along our route countless motor courts proclaimed their vacancy in neon lights, read to accomodate salesman, escaped convicts, impotents, family groups, as well as the most corrupt and vigorous couples. Ah, gentle drivers gliding through summer's black nights, what frolics, what twists of lust, you might see from your impeccable highways if Kumfy Kabins were suddenly drained of their pigments and became as transparent as glass!

Complete strangers have been friending me lately. And no, I'm pretty sure it's not one of those spam-bot things.

S-should I be flattered...?

Title: They Call This Progress
Fandom: Gore Screaming Show
Rated: R
Pair: implied Gore/Yuka
Word count: 291
Warnings: Mentions of gore
Disclaimer: I do not own Gore Screaming Show. 
Notes: Assume this takes place after the concert scene in Aoi's bad end. Also this probably isn't very coherent, but it's late and I'm tired. :| 

( The thing is, for Yuka, no one stays dead for long. )

I created a TvTropes page for Gore Screaming Show.

I regret nothing.

→ Ask any of my muses a question IC or OOCly and I will answer ICly. (Put their name in your title line)
→ Ask anything. I mean it. ANYTHING.
→ You can ask with your own character or as yourself.
→ I do not care how many questions you ask of how many characters. This can be a free-for-all.


( Avaliable muses )

There is nothing more beautiful than staying up all night, and then finally seeing the sun rise at the end of it.

I'll probably do this with every murder that occurs in Caucasus. 

Long story short, there are two people I think could've killed Rokuyo (whose murder occurs in the trial). This is my line of thinking as to why I suspect both Shion and Akane for his death. Or, I'm just a freak who likes to keep track of who did what.

( Read more... )

GOOD NEWS

Braces are finally off!

BAD NEWS

The retainer makes me sound like a lisping six year old.