Tuesday, March 10, 2009


My new favorite word, one which combines scorn, world fatigue and "whatevah" all in one short syllable. Say it while facing the dark winter sky and you feel like the god/dess of everything you survey, or at least liberated from the burdens of always having to care about something, to care for something, to care.

It doesn't really work. But it's fun to pretend. Besides, you can mutter it under your breath if you are not alone and only you know that now you are free! Free to be bad! Free not to give a shit. Try it. Your fangs might grow over your lips, your eyes might glow red in the darkness, your claws might retract, then grow long. Then you could go and suck the life out of a carrot. Sigh. I shall never be a famous writer of horror stories.