Stings like Honey
Pairings: Eden x Elle, One sided Eden x Mohinder
Word Count: 3715
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Adult themes including sexual situations, language, angst
Summary: Love was its own complication.
Written for the mission insane table: angst, prompt: heartsick

Many thanks to the very awesome themollyedge  for the kick ass beta work.
I couldn't have done this fic without you. You rock!


( This has become an impossible situation at best.  )

TV: "Al Franken made it his mission to raise money for improved helmets for our soldiers, almost 40,000 improved helmets to date..."

Kiah: "Is it wrong how much that reminds me of the Quantum Leap episode we just watched?"

Me: "That's all I can think of, too. How many chimps died testing your new safer helmets, Al Franken? And how many of those chimps were Scott Bakula, leaping through time? These are the questions that are important to me!"

It's probably for the best that I try to stay out of political discussions.


Also I can't remember the name of Colonel Tigh on Battlestar Gallactica, so I keep calling him "John McCain...in Space!" Now I really can't vote for McCain, because I associate him with the deaths of 85 innocent red shirts.

I sat in a battered chair in a poorly lit dive bar only slightly bigger than my parents' living room. The jukebox blared Skynyrd over stereo speakers long past their prime. I was playing darts with my old high school friend, F and his two pals. The younger of the two, early thirties at the oldest, was telling some crazy customer story coming from being an assistant manager of the local Applebees. His words had a faint hiss to them as they passed through his rotted out front teeth. His buddy snickered at his anecdote and ground his cigarette butt into the ashtray. It felt wrong not to have a cigarette in my hand. I occasionally would find my hand twitching towards my pocket, but I haven't bought any in years and I'm not about to start.

F grabbed the empty pitcher and wandered off to the bar to get more Coors Light and flirt with the moderately attractive bartender. I snatched his darts so I could take my turn. Two bullseyes and one wall. Amazing luck, considering how truly awful I am at darts. F came back and reclaimed his darts. I poured myself another pint from the pitcher. I'd lost count of how many pitchers we'd had. I'd decided earlier in the evening to see if it was even possible to get drunk off of Coors Light. I drank until I felt sick, not from alcohol, but from the sheer amount of beer in my belly. I drank Coors Light until my stomach couldn't physically hold another drop, and didn't get even the faintest buzz. Given my meds, if it was possible, it would have happened. At least an evening of drinks only cost me $6. Small mercies.

I felt too much like a hillbilly again. This felt more like home than I was really comfortable with. And I thought to myself, "At least I'm not within 900 miles of the Republican National Convention."

http://www.blogher.com/rnc-police-action-against-protesters-looks-be-lot-different-dnc#comment-56475

http://www.knbc.com/politics/17375360/detail.html?rss=la&psp=nationalnews

http://publish.vx.roo.com/mediacom/portal/?channel=USA+News&clipid=938048&bitrate=300&format=flash

http://www.minnesotaindependent.com/6325/national-lawyers-guild-in-pre-rnc-raids-urine-was-not-a-weapon

http://www.gnn.tv/articles/3819/St_Paul_Police_Conduct_Mass_Preemptive_Raids_Ahead_of_Republican_Convention


http://majikthise.typepad.com/majikthise_/2008/08/inside-an-rnc-r.html

I don't have time to domore than just spread this.
vvia unusualmusic

Via: The Campaign Silo at Firedoglake

ColdSnapLegal: reports the following was just on the Police scanner "Police are blocking 10th, 11th and St Peter and saying they are "going in for the kill because we are sick of this shit."


What, sick of allowing people their Constitutional rights? Really?



Along with the actions on the street, there are also a number of reports of mistreatment of those being held in the jail – a protester who is anemic and has passed out and was refused medical care, 15 others went on hunger strike to demand medical care for those who need it and there’s a report that one protestor being held has been pepper sprayed “all over her body” and is not being allowed to wash it off and now has 1st degree burns. We'll be getting contact information so folks can call and demand medical care for any in need.
Thanks to Doc Murphy, the contact numbers to use are:
St. Paul Mayor, Chris Coleman: 651.266.8510
Ramsey County Sherriff, Bob Fletcher: 651.266.8500

Complaint Number for the jail: 651-266-8989

Broken Consort
Pairing: Adam x Peter
Word Count: 1410
Rating: PG 13 for some disturbing imagery, boy kissing etc.
Summary: Peter rescues Adam from the coffin.
Written for mission insane: table: horror - prompt: grave.

Many thanks to my awesome beta widestance75for the kick ass edits.
AN: I tried posting this earlier but LJ was being a bastard and ate the original post. I will x post this sooner than later but for right now, I will just keep this on my f-list.
Oh and thanks to all of you who left sweet comments earlier. I was ready to blow a gasket for sure XD *loves*

( Dreams – snippets of kisses, deaths, and births – came and went in this lonely hell of his. He played back the last four hundred years, mourning now the passing of a life – one that even with the time it had been given ached, and burned, and struggled anew.  )

oops too late...
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=132x6870379

I paid $4.78 for four Minneola tangerines, not realizing that the sign over the tangerines was for a different fruit. I feel stupid and will probably save the tangerines for a special occasion.

I got the butcher at Safeway to special order turkey thighs for me (so cheap!) and will cook them tonight, for my lunches all week. I'm trying to do the salad/poultry/brown rice thing that is a proven weight loss program for me, as well as fresh fruits and vegetables. The husband is appalled, of course. I wanted to cook something healthy this weekend and he wanted fish sticks and french fries, then, last night, he asked for my spaghetti.

He's not overweight so he doesn't get it. I guess we are back to eating separate things. Of course I am the cook for both of us, as he never cooks.

I'm thinking of getting a Vitamix. I just have to think of where it would fit in the apartment..

I'm up at 6:30 a.m., on a day that I have off, to see what's happening on the Gulf Coast. I feel for those people. It would be unthinkable to stay...

Oh, Target pharmacy. *head meets desk* One would think that a pharmacy would have a vested interest in making sure their prescriptions were correct. Target managed to massively hose my prescriptions three times this month and twice in one day.

The first mistake caused several complications. When I went to pick up my Buspar earlier this month, the pharmacy informed me that they only had enough for one third of my scrip. They told me to come back and get the rest later. I presumed that meant to come after I'd used the ones I had. They failed to mention that I had to come back within seven days or they would mail it to me. That would have been fine, except they mailed it to my former address on Cathedral Hill. Now, I haven't lived there for roughly four months. I would be more understanding if they'd sent it to one of the myriad of other addresses that I've been to, but not Western. WHen I did go to pick up my pills because they hadn't come, I was treated like a complete junkie. After several minutes of conversation, during which I was fighting off a panic attack because I'd already missed two doses, they finally told me what was really happening. Because it went to the wrong address, that they had to track down where exactly my pills were and get them sent out to PA. They were nice enough to give me some pills to keep me going (which they made me drive out to BLAINE to retrieve), but they weren't enough. Consequently, I ran out this morning again. Grr.

The second problem was that they gave me the wrong dosage on my Seroquel. I admit, being med certified, the first thing I should have done when receiving my scrip was to check its accuracy. However, given the fifty BILLION other things I had going on, it didn't occur to me. As it turns out, they gave me more of the 25 mg tablets that I'd picked up the week before instead of the 300 mg tablets that were on my prescription. I called them and after MUCH ado, they agreed to mail those out to me too.

Now, I understand that people make mistakes. This is a lot of mistakes in a very short period of time, but they're human. What's absolutely absurd was Target pharmacy's remarkable reluctance to correct them. You would think that, given how serious taking the wrong dose or missing a psychiatric medication can be, they would be more eager to resolve the issue. I even gave them my doctor's info so that they wouldn't think I was some crazy junkie. Instead, they tried to get me to pay full price for the Seroquel (roughly $450) because I'd be picking it up in Pennsylvania and they didn't feel like admitting their mistake to my insurance. After twenty minutes on the phone and two tiers up the chain of command, I finally got them to agree to the mailing. Whores.

The move went really well. Everything came together like it needed to. The drive back was quite pleasant and I got some real bonding time with my Dad. The truck was loaded and unloaded very efficiently; and my stuff is starting to get set up. Gadget and Buttercup are getting along famously (which is a real surprise, because Butter is a lab that likes to hunt). I'm bone tired, but that's to be expected. Now it's off to bed before I pass out at my keyboard.

http://pecunium.livejournal.com/333085.html


go read this. get pissed. come up with something I can do with all this rage.

they busted the Permibus.

I've figured out why the fawning over Palin having a downs baby bugs me. The implication, nay, full on saying, that she went ahead and had this baby knowing it was disabled because she's so damn prolife, implies that only those who believed abortion was WRONGO would ever have a disabled baby. That just seems really devaluing and horrible. I'm prochoice as hell, but if I found out during a wanted pregnancy that the baby was "imperfect" that wouldn't change it to an unwanted pregnancy.


I just get a vibe like "Look! I'm so prolife I'll even have a *disabled baby*!! You prochoicers would have killed him!@" which pisses me off,

then again, I'm just rging pissed off in general due to the bullshit in MN, and my shoulder having gone out again, so I can't use my left arm, or move my head.

so, I got some anger, but thanks to the crazy pills, it stays directed where it should, not at those around me.

is having protesters preemptively harrassed and arrested. I'm too pissed to link, and if I had more money less kids I'd be up there helping the protesters right now. They're busting food not bombs, the poor people's collective, and other non-violent protest/anarchy/change groups.
there's a post by Starhwk from in the middle of it on her listserv.

fuckers.