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[17 Sep 2019|11:05am] |
So. How does this become canon?
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[31 Jul 2019|11:48pm] |
To Do:
Narrative: 1960s.
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[30 Apr 2011|12:11am] |
QUESTIONS? COMMENTS? CONCERNS? LOVE? INTENSE HATRED?
Do tell. Comments screened!
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[10 Jun 2010|11:09pm] |
Well now that I've requested one, I feel like I need to offer them up and jump on the bandwagon!
Drabbles. You should request them, because writing is fun and awesome, and I like ideas! So, I will offer...
The Democratic Party (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) allamericanboy)
Jesse James (gotawaywithit)
Rehabilitation (revolvingdoor)
Salvia (magicmint)
Feel free to ask for meetings between characters or just to provide random prompts like 'Mark + Apple'. I'll work with what I'm given!
( Mark/Gladys )
( Salvia/Rehab )
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[10 Dec 2009|11:40pm] |
He tried to sleep with me, but I stopped him. I didn't realise it was supposed to hurt so much the first time.
He used his tongue instead.
someone help me.
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[18 Nov 2009|03:08pm] |
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I believe I finally understand why people are always smoking after sex on television shows and in movies. It's glorious! I'm going to have another.
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[08 Nov 2009|12:34am] |
I've never transformed but not transformed. I'm still myself this time. I wake up each morning and I recognise the person I see. I'm very much myself and I don't feel very much different than any other time of day or year. I haven't at all turned into that black haired harlot that I'm used to and that reassures me slightly. I can't be a bad person or an addicted one if I'm still just myself. Blonde and blue eyes and a proper weight. I haven't felt myself devolve into that other persona. And if I prattle on about it then perhaps it will be actually be true.
What's different then?
I don't know how to talk about it in polite company-- or, internet company, as it is-- but now everything is different. I feel as if for the first time I can experience things. Throughout the past few weeks I've opened myself up to several experiences that I never would have in the past. I've never felt like this before. I didn't know what this mortal form was capable of, and I suppose that maybe I thought that my form in particular wasn't capable of any of it. I've abstained for so long and then when I began I was completely ashamed of myself. It's taken until now that I can be comfortable with the fact that I-- well, I'm still not sure of how to talk about it in polite company.
Something that feels so good can't possibly be such a sin, can it? I imagine it's even better when you're... when you're with someone. Is that right? So many new things to see, hear, feel...
Dare I say that I'm excited? And to think, I'd deprived myself. To think that it took someone else sending me a present for me to realise where I'd gone wrong. Isn't that the perverse thing of it all?
There's no better way to spend my time right now. It's glorious and wonderful and I've never felt so pleased!
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[16 Oct 2009|04:55pm] |
I sense the feeling that between the upcoming nuptials and the fact that all four of them have returned to the city, that others expect for me to simply fall apart at the seams. Maybe that's why it's happening. Well, as much as I hate to disappoint, that won't happen. I've been living a relatively quiet life of late. My, I think the most exciting thing to happen here lately was my washer finally breaking down a few days back. I've had to order in a new one the description said 'silent'. I imagine that would indicate that I won't be able to... use it anymore. and the Maytag gentleman should be over soon to deliver and install it. I asked them to rush the process, as I do have laundry to do after all.
( Private )
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[01 Oct 2009|07:29pm] |
So, all Four have returned to the city. That's fine. The rest of us will just have to work harder and that's what will happen.
I've never been in a city where the four of them are living. I'm already falling and-- Drat.
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[25 Sep 2009|09:40am] |
[Private]
That is what I've been holding myself back from for years? Pleasure? Nothing but sheer, fleeting pleasure? Thirty seconds of bliss only to come back down wanting more.
Yes, that's what I want. More. But even as I admit that, I wonder... why haven't I changed?
[/Private]
Wash, rinse, tumble-dry, repeat. There's nothing quite as satisfying as a day of laundry.
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[20 Sep 2009|02:33pm] |
When you possess an addictive personality everything is a potential trap. It's something those who've never been addicts ever have to think about. Every little thing can trigger a thought that drags a person back to where they were before. You could walk down the street and catch whiff of a smell that reminds you of that chemical you once loved. A bad talk with a friend could drive you back to a drug that you once thought soothed all your ills. A spoonful of cough medicine could remind you that just three more spoonfuls will send you... somewhere far away, just for a little while. A household chore like laundry might-- Sometimes I find myself sucking on the end of a pen as I write my grocery lists and wishing for a cigarette, an indulgence I often find myself longing.
The key is having the strength of will and fortitude to say no in the end. 'No' is simple, it's the power to keep saying it that's impressive and hard to achieve. Once you realise how good something feels it's hard to let go.
What is wrong with me?
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[08 Sep 2009|10:24pm] |
Funny. They normally don't give up this easily.
Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.
--CARL JUNG
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[20 Aug 2009|09:08pm] |
I think I'm far along enough in my recovery to go out for a night. It would be nice to perhaps have dinner and then see show without having to worry about being tempted by something. It's no fun being cooped up in my home all of the time, coming out only to visit patients or attend meetings. Even cooking isn't even what it once was for me.
I'm still in need of a second worker to help me with some lifting.
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[14 Aug 2009|03:24pm] |
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I have a job for a young man or two who need some extra money. It's nothing fancy, simply moving boxes, but I'm willing to pay handsomely to avoid having to do it myself.
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[10 Aug 2009|10:50pm] |
One of my oldest strands of pearls broke while I was sitting in the back of a taxi today. The strand simply came apart as it sat around my neck. It's not as if they can't be replaced, or even fixed as I managed to collect each of the stones. I wasn't unduly upset and the driver was very nice about helping me pick everything up once we'd stopped in front of my apartment. So, no, I wasn't upset, but there was something incredibly disconcerting about watching each pearl fall onto the floor of the cab.
I received a notice in the mail from one of the storage centers I use. They're closing, apparently, and though I'm being granted a full refund they need me to come and collect the things I've been storing there. I would honestly prefer not to.
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[28 Jul 2009|12:53am] |
Deja vu. I've always hated the phrase and the meaning, but I can't help but use it to describe what I'm feeling now.
Something has reentered this city. I can't yet tell who or what it is, but it remains and appears to not be going anywhere. I don't know what to do about it, nor can I even begin to do anything about it until I know what it is. I feel off. As if there's almost a haze over my mind, and I know that's not right. I've been clean and right as rain since... that incident.
Who's out there?
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[21 Jul 2009|09:21pm] |
[Blocked from the Drug Gods]
Dear Lord, they're joining in a union. I'll need to pay visits to my centers before this happens, prepare those trying to overcome both addictions for this... this utter catastrophe.
Someone, for the good of people's health, needs to stop this.
I need a drink.
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