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well fuck me, it's 5am

So. Some kind of important/cool things happened today:

1. I made a huge-ass outline for a Harry/Draco fic. Maybe I'll actually write it! yayyyy. I felt pretty proud of myself, lulz.

2. I went through and removed a bunch of crap from my f-list. A bunch of comms and stuff, and a few people I had added b/c of fandom and whatnot but well... there's no point to me keeping them on here. lulz. The only stupid thing is, when you unfriend someone they stay on your "manage friends" thing because they technically still have you. Apparently I'm just anal-retentive because that really gets on my nerves, seeing all those blue arrows. Idk.

So. Here's to me starting an ambitious (for me at least, I planned a whole eight chapters) fanfic project when I should be job-hunting! :'D


You can't teach God anything.

fight club end scene
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
-Fight Club, by Chuck Palahniuk
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