Theme: Haunting
Title: Wounded
Author: LunaticKat
Rating: PG
Genre: umm, Introspective
Word count: 319
Summary: Some wounds can not be seen and will never heal.

Yikes. I cannot believe I'm actually posting a second drabble. I don't know what's gotten into me. Halloween spirit I guess. I still don't think I'm much of a writer, but it's all in good fun anyway, right? After this I'll be back to reading much better stories from more talented authors, where I probably belong.

Again, thank you to forthrightly for issuing this fun drabble challenge.

I don't own Inuyasha.  Rumiko Takahashi doesn't know I'm borrowing it but I promise I don't make a profit from this.












Happy Halloween!!

Theme: Primal Fear
Title: Tomb
Author: LunaticKat
Rating: T
Genre: Horror
Word count: 259
Summary: Everyone is afraid of the dark.

I'm sorry if this is rubbish or already been overdone. I'm really more of a reader than a writer. I figured I could pretend just this once for Halloween. Hope you enjoy. My thanks to forthrightlyfor issuing this challenge.

Says the god awful radio DJ to his unwitting public as he is announcing the next piece of soul sucking trash they pass for music on the radio these days:

"He only weighs 110 pounds but he socked a football player in the mouth...Bo Bice."

That's a direct quote.

I wish to meet this football player, if for no other reason, then to ask him how the reconstructive surgery went on his balls. For surely he ripped them off himself in shame.


For the record I have no idea if that really happened. However, that didn't stop me from nearly falling out of my chair as my mirth was almost literally running over.

Timeless.

As the year comes to a close, I find it depressing that I didn't get more accomplished with my damn life. To cheer myself up I thought of all the simple little things that really make my day or at least put a smile on my face. And here there are in no particular order

-smell of coffee when you walk by those little dispensers in grocery stores

-hearing the song you've been thinking about all day

-doing something perfectly on the first try

-bed sheets fresh from the dryer on a cold night

-driving on an empty road

-delivering brilliant and timely comebacks

-beating the 15th colossi on Shadow of the Colossus

-buying a gift for someone and knowing, without a doubt, that they will love it

-jumping in cool water after sitting in the sun

-kicking someones ass at a trivia game

-playing poker with a big group of friends

-tacos at 2 am

-buying things on-line

-doing something almost embarrassingly geeky

-waking up without needing an alarm clock

-slippers

It finally happened. I fucking miss school. Dammit! I was so happy to get out of there how could I let this happen. Should have seen it coming really. Everyone told me I wouldn't be able to do shit with a BA in psych anyway. I figured they had to be exaggerating. Jerks. Might be too late for me to go back anyway. I think a year's worth of the most tedious and mind numbing work known to man may have lowered my IQ. My brian has been fried. Now it shall be my fate to become zombie-like, mouth-breather just like half my co-workers. Venerating such loathsome things such as Nascar and Jeff Foxsworthy. Kill me now for surely there is no such worse destiny than that. Or, you know, I could go back to school...

Speaking of Pysch (umm, well I kinda brought it up...)

You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant. Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle. You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs. For you, comfort and calm are very important. You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection. You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.

I love personality tests. The shorter the better as far as I'm concerned. Surely it takes no more than 2 seconds to peer into the depths of my soul...Actually I agreed with the outcome of this one. Go figure.

The raddest fucking bear ever...


Nihilist Bear


Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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Damn meddling care bears. Go shoot your weird tummy beams somewhere else.


I don't normally consider myself an angry person but apparently if I were one of the seven deadly sins I'd be...


You're Wrath. Temper temper. You should really
watch that. Seems you get mad easily. Does
everything trigger you? People should be
punished in the most gruesome ways; don't you
agree?

Punishment In Hell: Dismembered alive

Animal: Bear

Color: Red


Which Deadly Sin Are You?
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I have to say though, if I gotta be a sin, I'm glad it's this one. Stupid people beware!

I'm a sucker for weird internet quizes...

I'm thinking of filing a sexual harassment complaint at my work. Having my ears raped daily by country music should be grounds enough. Damn co-workers. Jesus hates you. Change the goddamn station.

I am not a redneck women and I do not find your tractor to be, in any way, shape or form, sexy.

I was reading some Jack Handy quotes and thought these went with my current mood:

"Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of destruction, we should be thinking about getting more use out of the ones we already have."

"I think a good gift for the President would be a chocolate revolver. And since he is so busy, you'd probably have to run up to him real quick and give it to him."

"If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them."

"I wish a robot would get elected president. That way, when he came to town, we could all take a shot at him and not feel too bad."

And even though this one doesn't go with the theme I'm putting it anyway:

"It's true that every time you hear a bell, an angel gets its wings. But what they don't tell you is that every time you hear a mouse trap snap, and Angel gets set on fire."


On a side note, I recently read something about the secret service visiting a person's home because they wrote something vaguely threatening about the President in their Live Journal. So in case the secret service is reading this right now, I think the President is a douche but I would never, ever harm a person. Just because I think he's a complete mouth breather doesn't make me a terrorist. Just because I would love to see him get tangled up in some sort of sordid scandal that makes Clinton look like a fucking Quaker, doesn't mean I plan on doing anything more than sit here and be negative and pretend the goddamn 2004 election didn't even happen. We have a president? What's a president?

I seem to remember the the good ol' days of anticipating a movie release with an almost religious fervor. Ah, those happy days. Sadly, I haven't felt that way in a long time and I lament the loss. I don't mean to say that no good movies came out this year. Kill Bill vol. 2 back in April put some bounce in my step, as did Spider-man 2 in June but what about all those other freakn' months. I don't know if movies are getting less exciting or I'm just getting old. Since I'm only 22 I choose to believe this was just a sorry year for movies so far. I mean, between Alien vs. Predator and Anacondas 2: The Search for more Money, I feel pretty justified in saying that. I seriously think their either running out of movie ideas or someone out in Hollywood ain't giving a 110% anymore. I'm so concerned about the state of movies cause the movie theater in my town has become like my church. Every Sunday my friends and I have this tradition where we see a matinee, but the last couple of weeks, hell, even months, there hasn't been anything that I would had to insist we go see. And this troubles me. I will say this though, there was one movie so far this year that deserved a more worshipful anticipation from myself and did not receive it...

If you have not seen Shaun of the Dead, you are missing the hell out. The previews I saw for it did not do it justice, and therefore did not grab my early attention. It was fantastic and hilarious but not in a slapstick, dime-a-dozen way. It was witty and actually blended all sorts of genres very nicely. It even had some good gore in it, and everybody knows there's nothing better on a Sunday afternoon than blood and guts.

So this Sunday rest assured I will be off to "church" again and here's hoping something comes out soon that'll bring the zest back in my movie loving relationship. I'm open to suggestions at this point...

I was eating little gingerbread men when this question was presented to me:

"Do you always eat your gingerbread men the same way? And if so, do you start with the feet or his head?"

To this fine inquiry I answered with the utmost pose and acumen:

"I always start with his head. A guy just shouldn't have to watch certain parts of his lower anatomy get bitten off."




Driving home from work today I passed some cows. This in itself was not interesting but the little hats placed on their heads were. I figured pulling over and immediately issuing a quick, clean bullet to the head would be a mercy killing for the unfortunate cows but then thought better. Finding the mouth breather that put the little pieces of shit on the cows head in the first place and shooting THEM in the head would be much more gratifying. For myself and most likely the cows as well...

I had kinda been under the impression that graduating from college meant that my real life was supposed to start. I wasn't expecting some magical revelation or some such bullshit but I at least thought I'd know what I wanted to do with my life for the next couple years. Turns out I don't know what I want to be doing next month let alone year. I'm currently working as a Temp and life don't get much more fuck uncertain than that. Right now I'm working at this Winery, and I swear to fucking Christ, if you even think to ask if I get free wine I will hunt you down like a goddamn animal, rip out your spine and beat you with it. Every person that hears where I work feels the condescending need to ask that and it's getting to be the last goddamn straw. I don't even see the fucking wine I see butt loads of grapes all day while I'm sitting around doing paper work and being the "office whore," as I call myself. Basically, I'm everyones fucking lackey. I'll do whatever they need me to do. Sadly it's not as sexy as it sounds. Everyone I work with is either old enough to be my grandparent or from the bottom of the gene pool. I'm stuck in the office with the golden years squad while all the truckers mill around outside. I have to go outside a lot and basically being the only female of proper breeding age around I get a lot of chester the molester type attention. My boobs seem so fascinating to them you'd think there was a fucking solar eclipse going on in my bra. Eyes up here ya dirty bastard. Being in side the office isn't much better. They talk about ol' George dubbaya like he's Jesus fucking Christ. Which is saying a lot because I think I have uncovered a second bible belt that exists right here in good ol' California.

Needless to say my life is feeling fairly useless right now but the weird part is that I think I really needed it to be just this way. So what if I don't know what the hell I wanna do with my life. Who fucking cares if I'm going to take the year off before grad school. Maybe I wanna be a useless lump of skin for a little while. I think I've earned it in spades. You don't walk away from two years as an RA feeling like a shiny penny. You wanna snort lines of coke off the ass of a under aged prostitute? You know what that sounds like? Not my fucking problem.

Well, I feel I accomplished enough for my first ever blog. Just trying to get my feet wet and I'm already off on rants. Well, who gives a shit. You don't like it? You know what that sounds like? Yea...thought so.