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Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'

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§ ita § - Sep 25, 2014 4:54:24 pm PDT #6994 of 30000

Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I hope the patches I sent were some help, at least.

Absolutely. I have the much preferable position of just because I can band-aid it doesn't mean you're doing your job. Thanks infinitely.

You do deserve it

They how do we start getting what we deserve?

Lee - Sep 25, 2014 4:57:36 pm PDT #6995 of 30000

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I am sorry about the job stress and the failure of people to realize how awesome people are.

I saw a road runner run across the road earlier and it didn't go meep meep. I feel lied to

-t - Sep 25, 2014 5:00:02 pm PDT #6996 of 30000

I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

That's good to know.

quester, sending much~ma for your niece. How scary!

Ended up eating ~2/3 of the duck, but it was a small duck, really, and I went for my run. A short one, but I made the mileage my training plan requires and evaded zombies and even kept my heart rate in the arbitrary zones I set, so, successful on several fronts. And broke in my new shoes, which are a tiny bit tight in the toe but I expect stretching, and I am loving the lightweight breathable uppers.

Now for wine and Project Runway. Maybe the apple tarts will wait until the weekend.

-t - Sep 25, 2014 5:02:11 pm PDT #6997 of 30000

I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

They how do we start getting what we deserve?

I wish I knew!

sarameg - Sep 25, 2014 5:02:49 pm PDT #6998 of 30000

Lee, they like to hang out on my parents' front porch furniture. They're tiny,hungry dinosaurs. STG, they're plotting something. What, no idea. Meepmeep is a mockery.

Lee - Sep 25, 2014 5:17:44 pm PDT #6999 of 30000

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Clearly.

SuziQ - Sep 25, 2014 5:22:46 pm PDT #7000 of 30000

Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I made gluten free cupcakes for K-Bug's classmates. Pretty tasty if I do say so. Gave some to my hair dresser too.

Really not thrilled with having a bald spot. It is almost the diameter of a penny. Two more weeks of stress.

Ginger - Sep 25, 2014 5:30:00 pm PDT #7001 of 30000

"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I saw a road runner run across the road earlier and it didn't go meep meep. I feel lied to

I'd feel lied to if it didn't run through a tunnel painted on rock.

I don't know what I deserve, but I think I deserve a little better than this, and I know y'all do.

DavidS - Sep 25, 2014 6:15:07 pm PDT #7002 of 30000

"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

You deserve more than a little better, Ginger.

§ ita § - Sep 25, 2014 6:35:50 pm PDT #7003 of 30000

Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I know it doesn't work this way, but when I find myself exploding on the shoulder of near-strangers (they have ONE job to do--why is biology so complicated and fragile), and people I barely know (thanks,J! are going out of their way to make things plausibe--I gave up things already. I gave up on falling in love. I gave up on being a big brain. I gave up on children...was that it? Was I too selfish? I would kill to be taken care of right now, of knowing I could explode and someone would stop me from scattering the pieces, but how can I not feel that ship is sailing faster and faster away? ANd I'm left with no autonomy, weak will, and n ot enough to get by on my own.

I would give back half the larks I had in uni. They just make me feel more miserable now, i stead of warming the cockles of my heart.

And forward just looks dark and echoey almost silent, because even my best shits, when I turn me uo to 120% and pretend life isn't miserable, it's not enough to sell a stranger.

Not nice enough, not good enough, not in enough, not bright enough, not enough.

WE'll see how long that stays up.

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