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I spend so much time working on details in a story, that I get far too exasperated to even want to write the slash into it when it gets to that point.

Sure, I'd love to! :3

Shark Week. And I'm not just talking about idle curiosity about sharks and attacks and impressive splashes. My love of sharks--especially great whites--borders on obsessive.

I adore Great White Sharks. I'm terrified of them, but they fascinate me. You know that melty feeling you get when you see your crush doing something cute or sexy? I get that when I see a shark swimming. Only my love of my family keeps me from changing my major to Marine Biology just for the chance of living off ramen noodles and traveling to some shark hot-spot to risk loosing life and limb studying sharks. The coolest thing about Australia's Barrier Reef? The Sharks. The only appeal of Mexico? The sharks around Guadalupe. The only thing that attracts me to Africa? The Ring of Death. Think I'd visit San Francisco for the trolleys? No, I want to see one of the three 20-ft sisters that circle the Devil's Teeth Islands.

I have no romantic notions about sharks. My adoration constitutes a completely one-sided relationship. They are fearsome predators, and if I ever meet a person who has a shark totem, I'm running the other way. But I still can't resist that toothy grin, the pointed fins, the soulless eyes.

My husband has vowed never ever to let me into ocean waters deeper than 6 feet. sweatdrop

I can name all the Sailor Scouts.

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Honestly, swastikas. I've always loved the look of the things, as well as their positive meanings and damn near completely universal appearances in cultures around the world (even in Jewish Synagogues, and in a book by a Rabbi!), but one madman and his rabid group of hate-spewing followers had to go and mess that up for Western civilization. One of the most human and beautiful symbols can't be displayed in public without someone thinking "Ooh that person must be a Nazi scumbag." stressed It makes me sick. I love the look of the things, their good meanings, the meanings my particular religion has for them, and their ubiquitousness, but society has forced it to be a guilty pleasure for me. mad [/rant]

Sorry I ranted. sweatdrop

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heheh....

i have so many more...

and Scarlet, i've seen ALOT of Soul in the eyes of Sharks.

as for the Swastika, i love it too! whee heart i have to be careful about alot of the things i like, Swastikas, Confederate Flags, and even my mentioning that i have Respect for hitler.... he wasn't such a bad guy at first... he just took a bunch of drugs and went crazy.

in fact, me and my friend Ian were just a few minutes ago talking about how we love that the holocaust happened, or the blood sports and vices of Rome, and the fact that Rome's dark ways continue in the vatican city, and of course i mutual Respect for hitler. yeh, we hate them. but that's WHY we love'em! biggrin they make for great stories, great History! whee and are wonderful examples of what it takes to become truely Epic and Legendary.

him and i are sickos in this sense... Ian and i that is. we have, since childhood, wanted to have caged animals that we'd reed specifically to pit against eachother in vicious bloody battle to the death, for our own personal entertainment.

Shan of course would never condone my keeping of gladiator animals (my dream being a special Ant-Farm-type cage full of Spiders and Scorpions with a Death-Pit that i can dump them into for fights).... sweatdrop

Depressing movies, mostly involving abuse or dysfunctional families.

Sounds delightfully sad.