I like this blog template: clicky click. But I don’t want to pay for it… not when I know I can figure out how to make one for myself. Oh, and I will… I know I will.
Month two of being the Budget analyst at work… KMN. As wonderful as technology is? It means dick if your network isn’t working right. Case in point? Our department database is fudging up Salary and Wages amounts. If I don’t have the right numbers… what am I budgeting? Nothing. Sometimes I feel like I do wayyyy too much to get from A to B. I end up going through the whole alphabet before getting back to B. My analogies rule.
And now that I have wasted the last five minutes of the day… I’m outtie! Home here I coooome!
So much has gone down and no time to explain it. Work has taken over my life. I’m too exhausted when I get home to do anything but read and then go to bed. My writing has taken a nosedive into the deepest and blackest hole I’ve ever seen. There was a spark of hope the other day, but it wasn’t TSB. I should just be grateful it was something rather than the nothing I’ve been experiencing lately.
“You’re an asshole.” I mutter.
He slips his finger down the slope of my nose then mounts his bike and motions with his head for me to get on. A wave of warmth starts in my belly as I recall the last time I sat on his bike and what followed it. As if reading my mind he reaches out and pulls me over to him to stare into my eyes.
“You be a good girl and maybe I’ll tuck you in tonight.” He whispers just before tilting his head and ramming his mouth against mine. “Get on the fucking bike, Bella.”
And then I get on.
Snippet from an SOA inspired o/s I started. Geez, I haven’t felt like writing in for-ev-er. I need to finish TSB. I’m in the home stretch, I just need to run. I can do this… I need inspiration. That’s all.
My office is gearing up for a battle. The Chief has finally gathered enough enemies to render our tight group useless. It hurts to know that these people I have come to spend my days with might not be here anymore. There are a handful that help me through everyday… and those are the ones trying to leave.
It’s a little bittersweet to hang with new people who make you feel as comfortable as the originals. Fun and Potter remind me so much of Hessie and Sharkey, but in this case I’ve realized there is a touch of Finn as well. Yesterday at lunch with Fun and Potter was awesome, but when we got in the car I had a flash of Finn with Potter. It literally made me pause. It freaked me out.
Finn is gone. I’ve accepted that, but it doesn’t make me miss him or what we had any less. Time heals, but it never forgets. Yikes, lunchtime. Fun and Potter just decided on CJrs. Laters!
Fictionista Witfit – January 18, 2013
Music Challenge: Put Down the Gun by ZZ Ward
The audacity of the situation is absurd.
We’ve been step-sisters since we were eight years old and Renee married Phil. I’ve been putting up with her bullshit ever since. She’s like an STD—every time you think you’re finally rid of her, she comes back with a vengeance.
Tanya Denali is an innocent-looking strawberry blonde angel with shark teeth and devil horns.
“Sheldon doesn’t know when he’s being mean because the part of his brain that should know is getting a wedgie from the rest of his brain.” – Bernadette Rostenkowski-Wolowitz
For some particular reason, Bella felt a burning beneath the skin of her face that sizzled down her throat and throughout her body as she stood barely two feet away from a rude man with hipster glasses and Star Wars pajama pants. He was as adorable as he was handsome and perhaps even… hot?
Bella shook such thoughts clear from her mind. “I’m here for—“
What would you be if you were attached to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis?—Leonard Hofstadter
Edward was utterly and completely—screwed.
Who was the woman staring at him from across the hall inside a room that was supposed to be empty? Why was she there? Did she sleepwalk? Did she break in? Was she an escape mental patient?
“Um.” She proceeded to chew on a full bottom lip, doing things to Edward Cullen’s body that he had never really cared to feel before. “Hi?” She said taking a few steps closer so that she stood in the door frame. “I’m, um, Bella?”