I've seen too much, and I've lost too many. And too much of me still wants to fix it.
We're all important. All of us. Even if we're not princesses at heart.
I desperately want to write but you're going to have to put up with this mélange of nonsense instead.
Elena's really a lousy soldier. I love her with all my heart, but she should've been a freighter jock instead.
A score shouldn't be the thing that carries a movie.
With apologies to all of the great religious figures in history: turn the other cheek, my ass.
When the world falls apart, small things become huge. It's been over a month since we lost Editor Cat. A couple of weeks ago, we acquired kittens, who came with a cold that they gave to Laser Cat, who became quite ill. She spent a couple of days in the hospital getting a hydrating IV and more x-rays … Continue reading Small Things