Five minutes, any day. Spent writing—something anything not for anyone anything no edits no outlines no plans no correction, this is where it goes.enjoy.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Space Cadets Sans Cash

Once upon a time there was a girl named Laura who wanted to be an intergalactic space trader.  (No, don't laugh, this is a serious story here.)

She wanted more than anything to soar across the black nothing of space and show off her wares to the locals before settling on a deal and taking her new goods to the next planet/comet/moon/dwarf.

So this girl moved to Pluto, where she adopted the planet as her own (capitalizing on those pretentious earth people's decision to hurl it from their galactic family) and got a very nice deal on it through her Realtor. It cost her next to nothing, a true once-in-a-light-year opportunity.

But even though it was a nice deal, a planet is still very expensive (even a dwarf planet like Pluto).  Since Laura spent all of her money on the planet, she had to sell her space ship, leaving her stranded on her little icy blue home.

However, about that time her long lost cousin Ernest was puttering through the neighborhood in his new space ship X-actor 3000, the very latest model.  It was extremely expensive, and he had to sell all HE owned to buy it!  (Including his house, his vacuum cleaner collection, and his pet cat, Melvin).


Well that was fun.  I may or may not finish it, but it was fun. :]

Sunday, June 17, 2012

This is getting predictable

I should not ever take naps in the day.
Someone please remember me of this next time I fall asleep to the Merlin theme song at the end of the episode.
My head still feels fuzzy and my tongue still feels heavy and my eyes are dry and I'm terribly full of thoughts that wouldn't be here at 10.34 pm if I had just stayed awake.

I wonder since my brother works nights every time is morning to him?
 ...because, when he wakes, it is his morning,
and when he eats his lunch, it is past midnight,
and when he comes home, the sun has risen and it is again morning.

I like to live with time.

Forever is a hard thing to comprehend and I'm glad someone out there is Timeless because otherwise

otherwise I don't even know

I said it was hard to comprehend.

Well I had hoped this would be more quality

but wer're running out of time now

and of course

I have deteriourated into writing as though my life is a poem again

just like i do

with every thing

oh and look there went my grammar whoops

this is getting predictable

i just don't know

I just don't know

can I not care for a while

is that okay

I need a break

but I'd rather have a breakthrough