The Adventures of Titania Girl: 50-40-54Alicea managed the last block with relative ease. The sun had yet to begin its ascent in the still dark sky. She climbed the stairs to her small apartment without breaking anything of real importance.At least until she tried to unlock her door and because it was a cheap little rat hole of a place the either the lock would stick or the door would. Getting into the apartment was always a bit of an adventure.This time the lock gave no real issue but the door didn’t want to open. So like she had done literally hundreds of times she gripped the door knob firmly so she could kind of pick up on the door to help it get loose so she could open it.Only it didn’t go quite as planned. The door knob was mashed by her hand leaving it misshapen by her vice like grip, and as she picked up on the door, too much leverage was used and the door frame cracked, as the door broke away from the hinges.“Just great, there goes my deposit.” Standing there holding her busted door in he
TGGG: Megan- My very own CurseFirst off do you have any idea how many books there are on dreams and or dreaming? Well trust me when I say there are literally not figuratively, but literally thousands of them. It’s overwhelming really.After my recurring dreams or visions I felt more or less compelled to at the very least check out some books on dreams and what they could mean. I know how 18th, 19th, and even 20th century of me to actually crack a book when it would be easier to just Google research on dreams. So with Sara in tow we ramble first into my families study.Which believe it or not did not seem to have a single solitary book on dreams or dreaming. Well at least none in english. So dragging Sara along with me we make our way to the local library, which has my families name above the door. So it’s a little nicer place than a lot of libraries.The looks we garnered as my short stack self drug behind her a tall amazonian figurehead like creature. It might also have had something to do with the fac
Big NerdThe air was a little on the ripe side. Stephanie wasn’t sure where the smell was coming from but she didn’t want to be the girly girl and bust her best friend out for being a relatively shitty house keeper.Chase after all was basically her oldest friend in the world, and technically speaking the only friend she had that could understood her quirks, put up with her almost non stop sarcasm, her almost encyclopedic knowledge of all things movies and pop culture from basically the mid to late 1950’s all the way through the present, as well as her almost neurotic obsession with binge watching shows and movie series.Chase was the only person that didn’t make her want to claw her own ears and eyes out when they talked about the subjects that she was most passionate about. He was also a huge secret to everyone else in her life. Then again so was this whole side of her life and personality.Stephanie Foust honestly lived a double life. There was the public face that sh