suitcaseofnails

I am not sure which is worse - Knives sitting in his room muttering about Sims or Zazie whining about bedtime stories. Who taught her to ask for that anyways? It's just wrong.

So bored. Really. I need my pin cusion. Or at least someone vaguely resembling him.

Sigh.

And really. Darlings. All that airing of dirty secrets? So not amusing.

You know what, darlings? Headaches so shouldn't occur unless there was a lot of drinking the night before. Honestly. How can I feel so bad without doing anything exciting.

Pft, City. PFT.

You know. I've realized that out of nearly all the people from my world, I'm probably remember the most. How tragic. Sometimes things are lost through choices made and other time, things are shifted anew. I've died and come back and the air is never chillier, and yet the air never seem so much clearer. It's nice sometimes to not worry about guns exploding on every corner and blood soaking into the ground. It's refreshing.

Too bad my life is not my own.

( filtered to knives; unhackable )

I need a drink.