Posted on December 6, 2009 by AuraNo Comments

Monologue

Posted on August 10, 2008 by Aura3 Comments

08/09/08

What he was probably saying, via House, M.D.

“I take chances all the time. It’s one of my worst qualities.”

“I love children. So filled with hope.”

“He thought he was dying. Dying people lie, too. Wish they’d worked less, they’d been nicer, they’d opened orphanages for kittens. If you really want to do something, you do it, you don’t save it for sound byte.”

What he was actually saying, via House, M.D.

“Actually, I expect you to act like what you are – my [girlfriend], my subordinate … my bitch.”

Love letters I wrote in 9th grade

Posted on June 23, 2008 by Aura8 Comments

Sometimes I worry that I’m boring; that I can’t carry a conversation; that I can’t keep a blossoming male teenager entertained. Then I read this, and fear a little not only for my sanity, but also for the one who managed to keep sane sleeping in the same room with these anthologized radioactive dissertations for so long.