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| Saturday, July 19th, 2008 |
kaleysue
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6:02p |
short shot.
My long-time pseudo-boyfriend/best friend hurt me really badly yesterday.
I found out that he was sleeping with my doctor's wife.
(Long time friends, long story)
Anyway, his cousin was just as shocked as I was about the whole situation.
"Why would he ever do anything like that? I mean, he's got someone who I would give anything to be with right in front of him. You know that you're everything a man could ever want, right?"
I just smiled.
"You see, and that smile is half of the problem. It makes me melt. I can't believe someone as wonderful as you even exists. And if he doesn't want you, then I'm more than happy to take you off of his hands."
I'm thinking about making this my intro to my new short...
It's my actual life.
Actual event.
Seriously, I can't believe half of the fucked up things that happen to me.
I am so sad and lost and confused that I don't even know where to begin. |
| Sunday, July 20th, 2008 |
recrea33
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1:35a |
far far away  full moon tonight. if i was a fox i would have to wear shades. reminds me of the night we arrived here, gloaming over the glen, in a old post office van, it was rabbit carnage. now i know where the expression 'rabbit in the headlights' comes from we definately squished at least two. it was painful to watch from the passenger seat. but they do dart about, making it hard to avoid them. an owl landed in the road and looked at us well here i am. working on organic farm in scotland. phil's friend rob (we were all at school together, nearly 30 years ago. yikes.) invited us up safe to say i haven't worked harder for years: i'm loving it. Current Music: jeff buckley - halleujah |
| Saturday, July 19th, 2008 |
philophobia01
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5:41p |
*sigh* A ten minute phone conversation may not mean anything to you, but it's another ten minutes I don't get with you. It's one more Saturday morning, curled up against you, complaining about cartoons these days, that I don't get back. You are taking the things you hold dearest with you, to enjoy whenever you make time for them. The things I hold dearest are staying here, growing here, being born here, dying here. Didn't I hold you every waking moment I could when you lost your family? Didn't I cry with you? Do everything I could for you? You can't do that for me when your at school, and I'm at work. Who is going to hold me? I have less then a week to be held, to be comforted, to be happy. I am not an ass. I'm a terrified woman, waiting to morn the loss of everything I've known and loved for the past 21 years. And it's not just me. I have to look at Charlie and know one day he will leave me, and it'll crush me. My parents are going through that now, I have to watch myself crush them, knowing how much it'll hurt. You call me an ass. You get to be happy, but I, I have to hurt more and more everyday that brings us closer to Thursday. Current Mood:  crushed |
_luckyxiii
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5:13p |
Remember me? Hey, remember me? Yeah, that's right... it's the neglectful LJ friend. I really don't have much to report aside from the fact that nothing dramatic has changed in my life.
- I've been working full time 9-5 Monday to Friday as usual. Trying not to kill the odd retarded customer that I come into contact with. Thanking God I have
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) green_angeleyes to keep me sane.
- Spending a lot more time recently with the boys. Peter went on Holidays and it seems like he's been asking me to keep them an extra day, here and there, more so than usual. Which is fine with me.
- Jake is still going to pre-school/daycare during my work days and Griff has been attending on and off when Dan isn't around and not busy (those two get along like no other two people on earth.)
- Been hanging out with my Sister Sue and her Hubby Paul a lot more, lately. Loving every second of it and thanking the lord for such wonderful family members and great friends.
- Still contemplating and researching school opportunities. My Boss is pressing for me to take some online courses to become "certified" with Sage Software, which is our working program at work. I'm looking into it as well as some other online courses. Contemplating looking into the Medical Office Technician course offered in town. Who knows. I just know I need goals and right now, I can't settle on ONE thing. The fall looks promising, as I will be the person working on our website and online store at the business and it'll be MY baby, so I am excited about that and the opportunities it will bring.
- Dan and I are fabulous. My relationship with him makes me realize that every path I've taken in life has lead me right to where I need to be. We're growing and changing and adapting and all the while, we're in this thing together. I am *proud* that I have finally reached this point in life. No more worries or wondering. I'm impressed that he also happens to be the only person I've been serious with and haven't had KIDS with. That the only thing that keeps us together is US. That's an amazing feeling. There is no obligation here, it's real and we love each other and we want to be here. It's a freeing feeling.
- The kids are thriving. Britt is big into her "racing" with her Dad and actually, I am heading down tonight to watch her race again. :) The boys are growing faster than I like and the realization that I don't have "babies" anymore is setting in, and I'm OK with it.
That about sums it up. I have pictures to share, but have to get ready for the races. Just thought I'd drop in to say HI. Much love Current Mood:  cheerfulCurrent Music: Maroon 5 Ft. Rihanna - If I Never See Your Face Again |
brokenangelred
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4:05p |
Harley Quinn mad mad mad mad mad mad  love |
crazy_mage
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5:33p |
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wetdryvac
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3:54p |
RE: The HHS Contraception/Abortion Proposal Normally, I try to do up my own take on issues in detail. However, when it comes to DHHS stuff, I expect I'll hit frothing rage far too easily. Happily, naamah_darling has done a far better job than I would, even if rage were not a factor. The baseline: DHHS has a proposal in system - not as law yet, but in process somewhere along the way, that would allow doctors to refuse contraception. Here's her post: http://naamah-darling.livejournal.com/340716.html?nc=24&style=mineAnd her post with the contact info, which I'll repeat below: http://naamah-darling.livejournal.com/339976.htmlAnd a letter one of her friends wrote, which has some interesting (if potentially antagonistic) points: http://twfarlan.livejournal.com/329347.htmlMy short version take: My body, I get to say what's done to it. Your body, you get to say what's done to it. Contraception included. Separate chuch and state. Separate my body from both of 'em. For your convenience, here's the contact information again - and the reason I'm not writing *yet* is that I want the brain-space to read the whole document. This evening, probably, I'll be sending a brief missive. Then a phone call. The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services
200 Independence Avenue, S.W.
Washington, D.C. 20201
Telephone: 202-619-0257
Toll Free: 1-877-696-6775
HHS Secretary Mike Leavitt
Office Phone: 202-690-7000 or 202-205-4708
Email: mike.leavitt@hhs.gov
Fax: 202-690-7203
Correspondence Secretary: 202-690-6392Folks, this crap matters. Go get your voices heard, women, men, and vac-like constructs alike. * * * In the meantime, first migraine in a while - it's damn hot out here - and going out in public within the hour. *amused* I should be seven worlds worth of fun. Current Mood:  angry |
essius
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1:41p |
Poem: my first day in Kathmandu.
by Erick Sherab Zangpo
(formerly Erick Evensen,
even more formerly Eric Neiss)
I.
Awaken to a rainbow garden
Bedecked with sneaky slits of sunlight
Where butter rains and fills your pores
And the gods put up a good fight.
Awaken to a pond of flowers
Self-arising in its motion
Slowly waving, then just parting
While the frogs rub on some lotion.
II.
Shiva falls into
the deepest Chasm
while National Pride
has a weakening spasm.
No one can get that drugged out
boy to leave our breakfast table.
No one can climb a staircase
in quality quicksand.
There’s no bug or beast that
can raise a limb
and offer a suggestion.
This city is an ongoing web
in the shape of an ever-expanding
oval sphere, inhabited by every
possible sensory pleasure, by every
conceivable suffering; though diffuse,
it can be tasted everywhere.
Brother Self-Arising Star said: it
makes perfect sense that
in holy places there’s
more grime, more seediness, more
evil, because there the
demons come to test out their skills.
I don’t think I’m a demon
but get the feeling with every instant
and occasion
in this place
that it might be good to
try out my skills too.
But the range of needs might be too
vast; I might not have that kind
of utility belt – these kinds of thoughts
cannot hold sway for more than a flash in being-time
or they shall perish my legions of warriors
which emanate from within.
With throbbing pulses of words transforming
resounding silence from inside
transforming words that find their homes
in my heart,
then out towards the sky
That’s how I’ll walk the streets,
talk and bargain with shopkeepers.
It’s a Given;
it streams down even to my feet
and I need it.
Oh i need it.
Kathmandu, Nepal |
kaitesquill
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12:27p |
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shedoesnotexist
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12:54p |
Show me you are fully alive
If you want to fly you take this dive
If you want to kiss, kiss for real
I'll give you back everything you feel
-indigo girls
simple. this is what was missing. |
ab_absurdum
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12:11p |
I have an existential map. It has 'You are here' written all over it. Right Now: Listening to: BBC Radio 1 on satellite radio
Already did: Weeded my front garden, picked 2 peppers, emailed my references.
(later) Ron:
- Tidy Dog room
- Tidy Pc Room
- Fix Mirror
- Tidy Kitchen Table
- Tidy Bathroom
- Tidy Bedroom
- Tidy Kitchen
- Water Plants
- Go out for drinks. I can think of 1 thing on that list that will def. be done! Saw Batman with L yesterday. Thought:
- It was about 30 - 45 mins too long. Lots of stuff could've been cut.
- Batman's voice was really stupid.
- Heath Ledger was awesome.
- Unexpected stuff was v. good.
Current Mood:  apathetic |
galangg
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11:43a |
X. In so far as the world moves round the sun Stories abound such that they are spoken In tones of joy and of comprehension Of high and low so that they fall chosen Among all stories, heard upon the ears For those who would shed a tear at the sound. This fable oft heard, gives way, yesteryears' Assurances of delight further drowned. What is in a name, that which holds the soul Bound close to fate's decree, a tragedy. Unable to cut fate's lines or cajole Even a gladdened weave from cruelty. Weep not for the story's veracity
As such words set down, such is its beauty.
© George Galang February, 2001 Current Music: "A Lonely Voice" by October Project |
amourpur
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3:03p |
So, about Europe. Well. So a strange series of events took place the other night when I got piss ass drunk (more on that later), but as I sit here in a little intarweb cafe that charges like, 04375890278952 euros a minute, I've realized something: I fucking hate where I live. Bye. Current Mood:  bouncy |
zenstone
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3:15a |
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resplendentape
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6:11a |
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essius
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4:12a |
The most difficult lie
The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: Life is a story about me.
—Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz, p. 182 |
blondieof3
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2:36a |
"Reaching within ..."
Covering my body with emerald ocean waves
tasting the salty sea, lips moisten .... craving more
Sand surrounds my feet
burying myself deep
sea shells sparkle like diamonds .... I get up to explore
Sun touching my flesh .... so warm
never wanting to leave this place ....
I close my eyes ... I am there, I can taste it, smell it, feel it
.....for this is my only way of sanity ~
Undying Love for Poetry ~ July 2008
Current Mood: grateful |
blondieof3
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2:24a |
"Finding my way"
Sitting
so much to say
feeling lost
needing
wanting
aching
believing
in something / someone
much stronger than I
will sweep me up
whisper words
fill my mind with passion
allowing my arms to swing as I walk
flowing gently by my side
words trickling from my tongue
making tears drop
for the good
for the bad
just to feel release
be free to be
myself
alive, cleansed, released
Therefore .... I write, I breathe, I live
even if it's for one more day ~
Undying Love for Poetry ~
July 2008
Current Mood: accomplished |
joethecabdriver
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12:09a |
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| Friday, July 18th, 2008 |
talakestreal
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11:35p |
Trying to draw a new dragon pose does not equal drawing a dragon hanging by his tail. NOt amusing, Tresh. Though that would be silly and fascinating, to draw that, perhaps.
Was working on art. Realized I had drawn this dragon in the exact same pose as the last one I did. Meant it to be sort of a mirror. Instead, the pose is nearly identical. Don't know if I should finish it or not.
MEH.
Not right now. :) I'll post the sketch tommorrow, and if the person likes it, I'll work more on it. For now....
*zoom* away, menstrual-cramp-dragoness, to hide in her blankets with her sketchbook and her pencils and inks and her soda and her cereal (I'm currently fixated on blueberry muffin cereal), with her Gundam Wing music playing. |
shedoesnotexist
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11:20p |
write something nice for a pretty person in your life.
"it's never getting any bettter than it was."
and that's what i've been saying. the blue
breaks my heart. we're sprialing falling dilapidated
sunsets, baby. shake it shake it. the bud of
late night to the grout of the kitchen sinks. say some-
thing. the sweat at the nape of your neck. whisper
someone's name but make sure you say something. it
would be okay except for the blue. sometimes there are
things to say. but only the good things spiral down.
and it would be okay if the blue would say some-
thing. "first second place finish, girl."
Well I feel like an old hobo, I'm sad lonesome and blue
I was fair as the summer day now the summer days are through
You pass through places and places pass through you
But you carry 'em with you on the souls of your travellin' shoes
-the be good tanyas
i need some travellin' shoes. |
talakestreal
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10:29p |
TMI beneath the cut, about being female/female woes: ( Read more... ) |
codergeek42
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4:18p |
Anything, Everything, and Nothing at All. I'm shamelessly stealing this sciathan_file... Send me about with my camera! Ask me to take a picture of any aspect of my life that you're interested in/curious about - it can be anything from the house I live in to my favorite books, etc. Leave your choice here as a comment, and I will reciprocate by taking the pictures and posting them as an LJ entry. That way you get to know a little bit about my life. =] Current Mood:  tiredCurrent Music: Abingdon Boys School - Innocent Sorrow |
meredith_
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5:52p |
PMSLizard : o_o
PMSLizard : my plastic spoon
PMSLizard : just screamed at me
cyote79 : o.o
PMSLizard : vg....is that you?
cyote79 : lsd much?
cyote79 : LOL
PMSLizard : WHAT IT DID
PMSLizard : LOL
cyote79 : sure it did
cyote79 : crazy bitch..
cyote79 : LOL
PMSLizard mauls his face
Angelspit : o.o
Angelspit : wait a second
Angelspit : lemme get this straight
Angelspit : your spoon
Angelspit : SCREAMED
Angelspit : at you?
Angelspit : like
Angelspit : opened its mouth
Angelspit : and went
PMSLizard : well actually it was more like a squeek
Angelspit : AAAAAAHH
PMSLizard : like a rat dieing
Angelspit : o.o
Angelspit : so your spoon
Angelspit : squeaked
PMSLizard : yes
PMSLizard : yes it did
PMSLizard : LOL
cyote79 pats raps
Angelspit : did any white fluid come out of it
PMSLizard : and now im shoveing that very spoon into yogurt
cyote79 : its ok we know you're batshit crazy
PMSLizard : RAWARAARA
PMSLizard bites at his hand
cyote79 : see
Angelspit : and quoting this
cyote79 : liek that crazy kid from cabin fever
Angelspit : i mean
Angelspit : im*
Angelspit : not and
Angelspit shoots self
Angelspit : WAIT
Angelspit : WHY ARE YOU EATING YOGURT
Angelspit : :|
PMSLizard : o.o
PMSLizard : whats wrong with yogurt
Angelspit : LOTS OF THINGS
PMSLizard points at ruby
cyote79 : o.o
PMSLizard : SHES THE CRAZY BITCH
cyote79 : you're both crazy
Angelspit : crazy hos
PMSLizard : its a parfait
Angelspit : YOU MEAN YOURE EATING A YOGURT PARFAIT FROM MCDONALDS
PMSLizard : YES MAMM I AM
Angelspit : WITH STRAWBERRIES AND BLUEBERRIES AND MADE OF DELICIOUSNESS
PMSLizard : YES MAMM
cyote79 hides
Angelspit : WHERE YOU GOIN
Angelspit : :@
cyote79 : NO WHERE
cyote79 : NO WHERE
cyote79 throws usagi at her and runs
Usagi : OH SHI
Angelspit : i think theres a nowhere in silent hill
Angelspit : one of the levels
cyote79 : LOL |
kaitesquill
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4:46p |
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