Cuddy couldn’t remember the last time she had a day like this. Try as she might, any other day she tried to analyse in her mind just couldn’t meet the heartache bleeding through every fibre of her at...feminine décor. It was sunshine and brightness, such a stark contrast to her sombre and confused mood. She squinted in the sunlight as the disbelief kicked in, sand covering her bare feet. “Oh my god…

SO, I has been sick. Sick as a dog. And I had a big presentation tonight. Judicious application of Acetaminophen and caffeine got me through it, and quite well thanks, but I'd rather not have a repeat... please prod me and remind me of it. If not, I shall give you the ebil return of the fanfic! Muahahahaha! Ahem, Yes. Happy Halloween folks, eat, drink and be merry...but only in awesome costume. ^_

The sound of beeping and a respirator were the first things Mab noticed upon waking. That was followed by the feel of needles in her veins and the feel of the medication burning as they fought to keep...stunned as the doctors rushed back in to try and sedate her. They were afraid she would do more damage than was already done by the iron days past. Two people in the room knew it was no longer possible.

… if it did, I’d make it stretch. If said fabric can stretch over large bodies at the gym it could expand a little to cover the bundles of laundry waiting to be done, the piles of neglected notebooks…...gazing at an old master’s painting of an idyllic pastoral scene. The day’s cares slide away from me like leaves shaken from one’s shoulder. Time may not be on my side, but it has not beaten me.

Since it's almost Halloween, it's time for a Halloween writing meme. You can choose a Trick or a Treat. Trick: Give me any Hollywood horror movie cliche and I will have Mab and your character face...blurb. All word limits are completely subject to being doubled if Mab decides to be chatty, and muses who don't know her that well are always, always welcome to join in. Both verses are up for grabs.

In direct continuation of this log , read at your own risk. So having picked up the little brother from the place where he lay, Niko tended to his wounds, and is sitting by his bed, looking angrily...still not talking much. He needs to be in control of his own words, at least. But he needs to understand. Cal, your big brother is right here. He's not going any where for a long, long, long time.

it's absurd how sometimes the dear diary moment pams me this hard. it's like a calling i don't really like to answer to. i reckon no one ever reads this journal. Maybe i don't need anyone that obliging...a chance waiting for me.. But if i don't get through this, i'll never be able to kindle my bundle of dreams. i don't ask for forgiveness, and i don't need pity. i'll have to do this on my own. So long

Lorenzo burst out of the little room with a curtain around it in just those under things Haley called boxes. Which was completely stupid, because there was no boxes anywhere in sight. He held up the 'loons...she left him alone in the little room and waved them in the air. "These have teeth!" he cried. "Right where my penis is! Sirius wanted to burn me and you want to bite my penis off!" he shrieked

Congratulations on being the creator of a new Evil Plan (tm)!   Your objective is simple: Criminal Activities .   Your motive is a little bit more complex: Money   Stage One To begin...synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare beat you up. Everyone will bow before your dashing good looks, and the world will have no choice but to send you all their money.

Three pics below the cut Brennan was first. And yes, I look a little disheveled in this picture, you try getting a four year old ready and smiling for a photo when all he wants to do is go play...me the triplets who are going to make our family complete. And yes, we're both standing in that picture, I'm that much shorter than him in flats. Which is another reason I like my four inch heels.