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So, today I need to pick up creamer, packing tape...and already forgot the third thing. Hmm. Oh, well.
Have I mentioned I do not want to go to work? >_o Bills must be paid, alas. Still, it's frustrating to stare at almost 62 hours of sicktime and know that I'll likely never use the majority of it. I so wish I was willing to fake sick.
Disturbing as fuck dream last night >_< My dreamcatcher had been working so well, but this nightmare I guess was too much for it =_= What the fuck is wrong with me I always dream about such sick and disturbing things? Ugh.
My hand still hurts like a son of a bitch. Ah, well. I shall live.
Cinnamon hazelnut coffee, yum ^__^
Here, have a Monday teaser:
Kodey bit into his apple and wished miserably he were a lass.
His plans were not coming to fruition at all the way he had decided they should. They were coming to naught but a great big mess. In a month's time he would turn eighteen summers, and according to his carefully made plans Brice should be madly in love with him and ready to proclaim thus loudly.
Gingerly he touched fingers to his cheek, wincing as they met with the bruise forming there. Perhaps it was a tiresome line the bards sung, about those with red hair possessing fierce tempers, but tiresome and untrue were not the same thing by half.
He took another bit of his apple and again pondered how much simpler life would be if he were a lass. If such were his lot, likely he would have been betrothed to Brice since childhood. Even now he would be preparing for his wedding day, listening to the gossip and advice of his sisters and aunts…
Never mind he had no such thing; he could not even remember his mother's face, except that it had been thin and sickly and strained before she succumbed to illness.
Instead, he was very much not a lass and that meant Brice continued to both confound and elude him. He wished his plan to simply stop loving Brice had come to pass, but alas that plan had gone much the way of all his plans – horribly wrong.
'Twas not fair. Sir Chastaine and Sir Lyon were in love, and made it look so easy. They did not say foolish things to one another and throw punches when their tempers consumed them and pitch one another into the moat every few days…
His plan had been to win Brice's affections afore his eighteenth year. It was a plan he had been contriving since his twelfth summer, and he had constantly improved upon it and diligently followed it…except for the month or two when he had rewritten his plans to firmly stop loving Brice, who was a fool of the highest order…but not loving Brice had proved to be too painful and so he'd returned to the original plan.
Except all had gone awry, and Brice could barely stand him, never mind love him, and Kodey no longer knew what to do.
He supposed he could follow Sir Chastaine's advice and confess his feelings to Brice…but that plan was full of errors. Namely, what if Brice simply laughed at him? Brice was always laughing at him. There was also the possibility that Brice would declare he did not feel the same, which was proving to be the most likely outcome. That meant Kodey would have to concede defeat, and he was not ready to do that. Definitely not.
So, today I need to pick up creamer, packing tape...and already forgot the third thing. Hmm. Oh, well.
Have I mentioned I do not want to go to work? >_o Bills must be paid, alas. Still, it's frustrating to stare at almost 62 hours of sicktime and know that I'll likely never use the majority of it. I so wish I was willing to fake sick.
Disturbing as fuck dream last night >_< My dreamcatcher had been working so well, but this nightmare I guess was too much for it =_= What the fuck is wrong with me I always dream about such sick and disturbing things? Ugh.
My hand still hurts like a son of a bitch. Ah, well. I shall live.
Cinnamon hazelnut coffee, yum ^__^
Here, have a Monday teaser:
Kodey bit into his apple and wished miserably he were a lass.
His plans were not coming to fruition at all the way he had decided they should. They were coming to naught but a great big mess. In a month's time he would turn eighteen summers, and according to his carefully made plans Brice should be madly in love with him and ready to proclaim thus loudly.
Gingerly he touched fingers to his cheek, wincing as they met with the bruise forming there. Perhaps it was a tiresome line the bards sung, about those with red hair possessing fierce tempers, but tiresome and untrue were not the same thing by half.
He took another bit of his apple and again pondered how much simpler life would be if he were a lass. If such were his lot, likely he would have been betrothed to Brice since childhood. Even now he would be preparing for his wedding day, listening to the gossip and advice of his sisters and aunts…
Never mind he had no such thing; he could not even remember his mother's face, except that it had been thin and sickly and strained before she succumbed to illness.
Instead, he was very much not a lass and that meant Brice continued to both confound and elude him. He wished his plan to simply stop loving Brice had come to pass, but alas that plan had gone much the way of all his plans – horribly wrong.
'Twas not fair. Sir Chastaine and Sir Lyon were in love, and made it look so easy. They did not say foolish things to one another and throw punches when their tempers consumed them and pitch one another into the moat every few days…
His plan had been to win Brice's affections afore his eighteenth year. It was a plan he had been contriving since his twelfth summer, and he had constantly improved upon it and diligently followed it…except for the month or two when he had rewritten his plans to firmly stop loving Brice, who was a fool of the highest order…but not loving Brice had proved to be too painful and so he'd returned to the original plan.
Except all had gone awry, and Brice could barely stand him, never mind love him, and Kodey no longer knew what to do.
He supposed he could follow Sir Chastaine's advice and confess his feelings to Brice…but that plan was full of errors. Namely, what if Brice simply laughed at him? Brice was always laughing at him. There was also the possibility that Brice would declare he did not feel the same, which was proving to be the most likely outcome. That meant Kodey would have to concede defeat, and he was not ready to do that. Definitely not.
