In an obviously Dean-in-hell Supernatural-inspired dream, I was trapped in a basement and tortured with the condition that if I harmed my torturer and captors the torture would stop and I would take his place. I refused. Until I was dragged up the stairs to see Tim crying in the same predicament. Mom stood beside me on the stairs and said that Tim ( Read more... )

Blood Types. Oh yes ( Read more... )

Ohhh~ Oh, what a complete joy~ I woke up from laughing so hard I fell over in my dream ( Read more... )

Going with Mom and Tim to Bombay Hook to take photos. We're all dressed in hiking boots and wool sweaters. A camera a piece. I smell a competition coming up~ Oh yes~

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Making chilli with Tim. I'm happy he's home. Watched the rest of the Sherlock dvd from the library and got ready to go to the grocery store. Tim played his new video game and then got ready. When Mom got home, I was dressed in a button up and my jumper and Tim came down in a striped tee and his crazy long flippydoodle hair. When he put on his ( Read more... )

My brother is in Metropolis.
Metropolis, Illinois.
And he sends me a picture of the front of a gym saying "Now you know how he stays so buff."
(note: I can't get his pic off my phone. This is an internet one.)

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So tonight was Alanna's birthday. I dressed up in my bee costume and brought Quin and even gave him a matching bowtie to make him my buddybee. All the kids loved him and my aunts and cousins liked my outfit. It was at a state park, the weather was perfect fall weather and there were beautiful trees. Mom was taking a picture of Mary-tachi, but all ( Read more... )

My brother is strong and independant and ferociously stubborn, and he has never cried to me. Today he hugged me and I felt three teardrops. Two in my back and one on my foot. He wants me to not hate her, so I'll keep quiet, but no one makes my brother cry. If she EVER gives me cause, I will show her why that is.

Lately, Tim's always in all of my dreams. In every dream, I start out next to him doing something plain like talking about plants or driving and he has the map or something and then it shifts to an almost nightmare and everything goes to hell and the only thing that keeps me from crying is Tim holding my hand or standing next to me. In last night's ( Read more... )

Tim used to be fairly quiet and friendly. He liked to debate, but that had an ending and he knew it was like a game. Now he argues ALL THE TIME. He argues about stuff that need not be argued about. He argues after he agreed to something. He argues to hear himself talk. He bitches and moans about stupid stuff and just makes me pissed off until I ( Read more... )