yvr


the smell of YVR is the same as ever smoky, stale and rain-drenched i have said a million good-byes breathing that air thankfully, each lungful numbs my insides some ’til i can say good-bye without batting an eye without fighting back tears without struggling for words that must last ’til next time – random scribbling […]

post mortem: random games


So, I know I promised stories about Nate’s visit, but alas – I’ve lied again.  With Linux class, game trials, introducing my roommate to the genius of Ronald D Moore’s reimagining of Battlestar Galactica and three (that’s right) three neurotic cats in the apartment, what’s a nerd girl to do? Why, shirk her responsibilities as a writer and get […]