(no subject)

The evening was a fitting end to a crappy day. At least it made things complete. And yet from all of that came a little moment of clarity, where I at least made a decision about what the hell I'm doing this weekend. From a day of grey and grime, comes a little good. I could ask for more, but I'll take what I got and go the hell to bed.

To a friend

I know you're going through a lot lately, and I wish I could help you. You're still carrying around old baggage, but you've made some progress. There are times I want to grab you by the shirt and scream at you, "stop thinking so much!" "You're bringing all of this on yourself, creating problems where there aren't any!" But that's just my frustration getting the better of me.
I know what you really need. You need someone to hold you, rest their head on your shoulder, and just be there. Words are very unnecessary. You need to look at things unclouded by doubt and despair. You need to see the truth about you, know it, feel it humming in your bones and rustling through your hair. When you start to breathe that truth, things will change. And I think they can for you. They will.

(no subject)

Not even Willow can cheer me up today.

... are made of this.

I was lying in bed, just relaxing, and you came into the room and crawled up next to me.
I was very surprised to see you, and even more so when you wrapped yourself around me. Leg thrown over mine, arm across my chest, the smell of your hair rich and present. You nestled your head into my shoulder, and I felt your entire body relax, and mold into mine. I inhaled you again, and let my head fall against yours.

This never happened.
This never will happen.
This was only a dream.

Give me more.

More stupid request.
More incompetent managers.
More helpless co-workers.
More out of work bullshit.
More.
More.
More.
insert Bill Paxton here
You want some?
You want some of this?
C'mon Motherfucker!
Oh you want some too?
Fuck you!
insert Bill Paxton being pulled through the floor by aliens

The rest is silence.

Fooooools!

You have your thrown your best, your most annoying weapons at me, and you have FAILED!
I stand triumphant in the face of your banalities and stupid requests. I have completed them all, and silenced your incessant chattering!
Come Gir, we must prepare for the next stage of our mission: TOTAL DESTRUCTION!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Gir: Yayyyyyyy!