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 Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 5:52 pm
The timing sucked, but it makes for a happy and it wasn't going to wait until fall. Here's hoping to never (majorly) ******** up.
(It's so weird to be here, on Gaia/zCB lol.)
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 10:02 pm
High, this violet scent...
There are various ways to make me see red. Calling my lover a slut is one of them. Excuse me, z!CB, I need to track down and murder someone...
I'm floating on air...
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 4:48 am
Yoru Kurosawa High, this violet scent...
There are various ways to make me see red. Calling my lover a slut is one of them. Excuse me, z!CB, I need to track down and murder someone...
I'm floating on air... ???
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 5:39 pm
Cannibal Horsey Yoru Kurosawa High, this violet scent...
There are various ways to make me see red. Calling my lover a slut is one of them. Excuse me, z!CB, I need to track down and murder someone...
I'm floating on air... ??? High, this violet scent...
I don't know the full story. My not-quite-boyfriend (we're going with the term "lover," even if the word has been sullied by society) posted on his tumblr that someone had been calling him a slut all day... and he was being serious, because the rest of the post was also serious (losing his phone, earache, biting his tongue... all the good stuff.) So I saw red.
Maybe I'm overprotective, but attacking him in any way, shape, or form is a really good way to get on the bad side that you DON'T want to see.
I'm floating on air...
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:54 am
Yoru Kurosawa Cannibal Horsey Yoru Kurosawa High, this violet scent...
There are various ways to make me see red. Calling my lover a slut is one of them. Excuse me, z!CB, I need to track down and murder someone...
I'm floating on air... ??? High, this violet scent...
I don't know the full story. My not-quite-boyfriend (we're going with the term "lover," even if the word has been sullied by society) posted on his tumblr that someone had been calling him a slut all day... and he was being serious, because the rest of the post was also serious (losing his phone, earache, biting his tongue... all the good stuff.) So I saw red.
Maybe I'm overprotective, but attacking him in any way, shape, or form is a really good way to get on the bad side that you DON'T want to see.
I'm floating on air... Ah right oh. I was mostly confused by the term since I know you had that break up *hugs*. Hopefully it was just someone trying to be funny or something and failing miserably at it rather than actually being a d**k,
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:46 am
Cannibal Horsey Yoru Kurosawa Cannibal Horsey Yoru Kurosawa High, this violet scent...
There are various ways to make me see red. Calling my lover a slut is one of them. Excuse me, z!CB, I need to track down and murder someone...
I'm floating on air... ??? High, this violet scent...
I don't know the full story. My not-quite-boyfriend (we're going with the term "lover," even if the word has been sullied by society) posted on his tumblr that someone had been calling him a slut all day... and he was being serious, because the rest of the post was also serious (losing his phone, earache, biting his tongue... all the good stuff.) So I saw red.
Maybe I'm overprotective, but attacking him in any way, shape, or form is a really good way to get on the bad side that you DON'T want to see.
I'm floating on air... Ah right oh. I was mostly confused by the term since I know you had that break up *hugs*. Hopefully it was just someone trying to be funny or something and failing miserably at it rather than actually being a d**k, High, this violet scent...
In Facebook terms, "It's Complicated." And I hope it was someone failing at being funny, and they apologized their a** off...
I'm floating on air...
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 2:56 pm
High, this violet scent...
Not telling my mother exactly what I think of her infernal birds keeps getting harder... I had reservations about it from the get go, particularly because of where she was putting them, but they were for her birthday, so how could I say no? Now I get to deal with the consequences, and I feel like she isn't even trying to solve the problem.
And yes, it is a problem, because over the last several days, words like "loathing" and "contempt" come to mind when thinking about those accursed birds, AND THEIR INCESSANT SHRIEKING.
I'm floating on air...
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 11:17 am
My brother and I decided to play against each other in Heralds of Chaos today...
...and I actually had fun and kept playing afterward gonk
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 11:23 am
Yoru Kurosawa High, this violet scent...
Not telling my mother exactly what I think of her infernal birds keeps getting harder... I had reservations about it from the get go, particularly because of where she was putting them, but they were for her birthday, so how could I say no? Now I get to deal with the consequences, and I feel like she isn't even trying to solve the problem.
And yes, it is a problem, because over the last several days, words like "loathing" and "contempt" come to mind when thinking about those accursed birds, AND THEIR INCESSANT SHRIEKING.
I'm floating on air...
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 11:36 am
Cannibal Horsey Yoru Kurosawa High, this violet scent...
Not telling my mother exactly what I think of her infernal birds keeps getting harder... I had reservations about it from the get go, particularly because of where she was putting them, but they were for her birthday, so how could I say no? Now I get to deal with the consequences, and I feel like she isn't even trying to solve the problem.
And yes, it is a problem, because over the last several days, words like "loathing" and "contempt" come to mind when thinking about those accursed birds, AND THEIR INCESSANT SHRIEKING.
I'm floating on air... High, this violet scent...
That would cause more problems than the birds staying... but thank you for the suggestions.
I'm floating on air...
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 1:38 pm
Yoru Kurosawa High, this violet scent...
I need to track down and murder someone...
I'm floating on air... _ 0.δ Sounds like earl grey.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 12:19 pm
High, this violet scent...
I love how you conveniently forgot that I showered in that disgusting shower because I couldn't clean it. Why? We had no cleaning supplies until yesterday... EVENING. So, yes, of course I showered in that disgusting shower yesterday morning and Friday morning, and every morning before that... BECAUSE I COULDN'T CLEAN IT.
I also love how you conveniently forgot the s**t I do around this ******** house, and the s**t that I have to deal with because NO ONE ELSE will, and because NO ONE ELSE thinks about how their actions affect others. You might claim you do, but you clearly don't. Either that... or you do, but you just don't ******** care.
So, yeah, go on the defensive, say it's all my fault, and then back-peddle frantically, saying it's partially your fault, when, really... Yeah, I did what I could, because you couldn't ******** communicate. But, no, it's easier to blame me because of your failings.
I'm floating on air...
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 4:08 am
•○♣☼♣○•
Please don't stay in touch heart
•○♣☼♣○•
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:44 pm
Once again, I wonder if I was born in the wrong time. Or the wrong country. The internet is losing interest for me. My family, well, we're so stand-alone-ish it's infuriating at times. And bringing it doesn't help, since mum'll go "Get used to it. This is what it'll be like on your own." Except it won't. Silence when it's just one person is fine. Everyone ignoring each other while in one house is not. Today was one of those ignoring days, including a lack of consideration from my sister even though we share a room. I fled to the basement. Again. Bit cold, due to the weird weather flux (it's not supposed to frost in late May...), but nice. Take my knitting, turn on the only classical broadcast radio station, and get a few more pieces of my modular afghan done. Would have been nice to have a fire in the fireplace and an electric kettle for tea, but oh, well. The rocking chair was good enough. Which got me to thinking. Can't make mum's birthday present, because she basically considers the craft worthless, despite knowing it herself. My teachers tolerate it as long as I put the needles away during the lesson. My classmates are intrigued because, let's face it, it's not very often you meet a twenty-something who knows how to knit, much less does so openly. And yet, not so long ago, it was a valued skill. .......And I lost my train of thought. Looks like writing this down did help. 'Cause I've never been encouraged to show much emotion. Well, at least not the sad or serious ones, only the happy stuff. So I internalize it. And that's why the basement is a refuge: no one ever goes down there except for laundry. So I can let the emotions out, at least partially. Sometimes I think my family would prefer I had no emotions. Even though that would make me a Cyberman. But seriously. I've learned to be meek, to bend to their wills. Is it so bad to assert myself once in a while? And I'm silently weeping again. Had to learn that long ago, less they call me names. And learn to hide it. And meandering over, except for one ending line that's just been stuck in my head. But if you get in the way of my weekly Who fix.....
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