Er...oops?

I just realized I haven't updated my SW story in, like, forever. Off to work on that after this short interlude:

"You can't eat 7 saltines in a minute," D said at lunch today, and of course the boys didn't believe him and had to try for themselves.

DS managed to get five in his mouth before the time ran out; D actually shoved all seven in. But in the end, neither of them could swallow the extremely dry mass of powdered starch and both had to abandon the effort. It was...entertaining.

Next issue of What the Top Ranked Students in D.C. Do with Lunch Time: theories on why male humans will sit with Big Red wrappers licked and stuck to their foreheads, trying to outlast each other as the concentrated cinnamon on the inside of the foil burns red rectangles onto their skin.

I'm going, I'm going

I really am writing now. Except first I had to stick Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XVII: Love into binary code because I am a sick, sick person. Yes, I get some sort of sadistic amusement from watching the beautiful, elegant words turn into ones and zeroes.

Gakked from swirlycurlzz

( Mothers, shield your children )

And yet more spam

Had to post this, since I really do have seven e-mail addresses. (Or five, but that's close enough, right?)

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Figure out why I really need 7 e-mail addresses. Get your resolution here