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The coffee pot sat under the percolator and was filled with hot, black coffee. Dennis, the single server working at the diner this night-it was around 8:30-was stressed out, but whisking away happily at a bowl of eggs. He was 17 years old, and this was his first and only job, but he enjoyed it immensely, and wouldn’t give it up for the world. The dinner rush had ended, and now there were just a few old-timers who needed their coffee refilled every now and then. He was whisking eggs because the chefs were on break (and they were kind of lazy) and Rob, an old-timer, had ordered an omelette, at 8 o’clock at night. Dennis and his manager Marge, who was also there, but didn’t do anything but drink the coffee, called the old-timers “olds”. Tonight also happened to be senior prom night at Dennis’ high school. Dennis also happened to have a crush on this moody art student named Kent, but Kent had gone to prom with a girl from their computer class, so that had dashed Dennis’ hopes of going to...

 I went to the hairdresser's on Saturday. It was a latently gloomy day, with clouds in the sky and rain on the horizon. It did in fact rain after a while of being at the hairdresser's. It was supposed to rain for a while, but as we all know, rain is a bit of a taboo in California. This particular hair salon, as many tend to be in suburbia, is located in a strip mall across from the library, surrounded by a dental office, a sushi restaurant, and American restaurant, and a Thai restaurant, and a Baskin Robbins. The shrubbery lining the side of the road near all these shops reminds the visitor that they are visiting an outpost within nature. There's still bushes and trees, even among all this human construction. Coming down from the highway, we passed by Premier Inns, a motel/hotel that I used to work the front desk at. I worked there for about a month, before I was fired for sleeping on the couch which I pulled out from the lobby to sleep in the back. It was kind of a demandi...

  秋风秋雨一场梦 author’s note- 我是想写一个爱情故事关于两个大学生同学，就像致我们单纯的小美好同样的幼稚童年小说，只是就讲两个男的。我知道中国人有点不像美国人一样包容同性恋这件事，以毕竟我在简书上发布的文章被禁闭了，所以我觉得我得小心翼翼地写，不要自找麻烦。但是，因为这是我自己的博客，那我想写什么就写什么吧。我一直都想写网络小说。这是我第一次试着写自己的小说。谢谢关注和阅读虽然我的中文基础没那么先进。而且我很多词感觉不太对劲，然后很多成语是我自己编的。所以，谢谢读者，你的耐心和原谅，我都 appreciate 。那么，故事正时开始！ 1 喝点咖啡想想看 2004 年， 8 月 9 号。外头狂风狂雨，风刮地嗡嗡响，大家都往里面去呆着。妈妈跟小孩，到里面的图书馆，看渔港里的鱼游着转，各种少年小朋友放学进咖啡店望着外面的雨景，男女朋友一起到电影院看恐惧片。而邱峰正就坐在他家卧室里，喝着杯小咖啡，想事情，写作。 邱峰今年要 32 岁了。他的生日就是明天，可是他还没约好什么计划。他正在想他是不是要约他的女朋友菁菁一起去吃个晚餐。他最爱吃的肉面就是他心目中的愿望。算了吧。菁菁一定会很忙。她毕竟是个高名鼎鼎的大律师，长期工作很晚。应该会没有时间跟他吃牛肉面吧。他心里开始郁闷，怎么好像没什么别的朋友可说的？叹气。 忽然，他的电话开始嗡嗡响。邱峰这时叹口气，拿起他的 Motorola razr ，接电话。 “ 哈喽，邱峰大哥，你忘记了吗？今天是你小说发布会！都已经 4:30 了，你怎么还没到？！ ” 原来是小旭，他的 PR 人。他老叫他 “ 大哥 ” 。邱峰低头看了一下他的手表，确实是以 4:30 ，发布会 4:45 就正时开始。不说他还能不能赶得上去，他还需要吗？

 緣分 I previously wrote about 緣分  here . It was in part three of Red Hearts, the Chinese fan fiction novel-in-progress I'm working on. But, psychologically, I feel like it would be okay for me to repeat some points. And I just might do that. Something that is disappointing to me sorta is that my view count on these here blogposts is consistently going down, but I think the quality of my writing is consistently getting better so. God gon' give and god gon' take. I was also reading some of my older blogposts and my thoughts seemed stunted and broken like stopped cigarettes. Now, however, I feel like I've found more of a flow to writing.  But anyhow, 緣分. I think you can tell from the pink image I chose above, but 緣分 as a concept has to do with love, writ large. And I think it's pretty obvious that love is a topic I've been pretty much obsessed with. I mean, I'm always writing those dirty fan pics...I think love is one of those universal, timeless topics--well, l...

"Eeeughhh!!!"  Normal Robin woke up with honey all over his face.  "Had enough yet?" smirked evil Robin. Evil Robin was wearing a rust-orange mask and outfit, and had honey dripping from his fingers. Normal Robin was wearing his customary green and red outfit, and normal eye-mask, which made his face always so expressive. When he woke up and made the "euuugh" sound, he looked like the image above. He grabbed Evil Robin's face by the ears.  "Why'd you do that??? Argggghhhh..." "Heh," said evil Robin, smirking (why was he always smirking?). "So you would know what it was like to be me. You're always criticizing my orange outfit and mask." "Why couldn't you just use paint or something at least...?? Why'd it have to be honey ? Arghh....Now I have to clean this off my bedsheets..." "So you knew how sticky it made me feel when you talked down to me," said Evil Robin, winking.  It really seemed...