• Why can’t I think of anything to write for the word ‘respectable’?

  • The other day I discovered this game on Facebook called CityVille.

    You don’t understand my joy.

    Because it’s like SimCity, but free.

    Wow, I feel so dumb.

    :|

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, alter 8 years, 4 months ago

    I thought all day about altering this recipe I found. I know it’s really late at night, and I’m not really that hungry either, but I just made these pizza taquito things out of some Pillsbury Crescent Rolls.

    Yum, yum?

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, cannon 8 years, 4 months ago

    So many things have happened these past three or four days that my brain is like a big cannon with a hissing fuse. Seriously. I don’t even know how all of this happened, it’s so surreal. And I can’t do anything about it but sit here and watch all this insanity unfold–and right before Christmas, […]

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, boa 8 years, 4 months ago

    When I was a kid I used to be obsessed with feather boas. My grandma would go to a whole bunch of yard sales and buy all the ones the she could find. I don’t know how many I had, but it was probably about thirty or something like that.

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, stamps 8 years, 4 months ago

    When I was a kid I used to love those markers that would stamp out the little shapes, like hearts and clovers and horseshoes and whatnot. There was this blue marker, and it was supposed to smell like coconut, but it stank so badly that if I think about it I can still remember the […]

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, immense 8 years, 4 months ago

    I have an immense headache right now. I don’t even know why I’m sitting here staring at this computer screen, it hurts so badly. My gums are throbbing, it’s so unbearably awful.

    I don’t feel so well right now.

    Sorry for complaining, bro.

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, admit 8 years, 4 months ago

    I’ll admit that my life is really fucky. I don’t know what to do about it, but it is. Actually, I’m more lazy than anything. And greedy. I have no clue what I’m going to do about myself. It’s baffling, really.

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, nail 8 years, 4 months ago

    Her nails were painted a weird blue color, and she used said nails to scratch nervously at her arms as she waited for the train to arrive–the train that could very well change her life for good.

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, copper 8 years, 4 months ago

    The familiar taste of copper crept through her mouth, and she knew her gums were bleeding. That was never good. Somewhere, he was still out there. She was too afraid to look out the window for fear of what she might see. She swallowed a mouthful of blood, her heart pounding in her chest, and […]

  • Emily Duvall commented on the post, diagram 8 years, 4 months ago

    There was a diagram of the human brain on the wall–the cerebral cortex, Broca’s area, and all sorts of other things he didn’t care to interpret.

    He stared at the wall, thinking about all the things that should have been, but weren’t.

    Whoop-de-doo.

  • So this girl octopus walks–swims, actually–up to this boy octopus. Who was very attractive, I might add.

    And she said,

    “I want to hold your hand hand hand hand hand hand hand hand.”

    And so they held hands hands hands hands hands hands hands hands.