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Bridget didn't know how he'd gotten ahold of it again, but by this point, she was certain it had to stop. Now that Dixon was walking, toddling around on two feet, and grabbing hold to either the bed or his mummy's legs when he got tired, he'd been exploring more ( Read more... ) -
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No. of years on extremely odd and oft dangerous island: 2; No. of children since year prior: 1 (v.g. if answer were two, might want to stab myself through the eye with a baby powder scented safety pin. Oof.); No. friends lost: at least 3 (v.b.); No. gained: not nearly enough (although having a certain amount of time devoted to infant son was v. ( Read more... ) -
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Once they'd been given the all clear to go back to the compound, Bridget had grabbed her sword, her son and she and Tim had gone back to their room. After all was said and done, they'd all come out alright, but Bridget was more exhausted than she'd been in ages ( Read more... ) -
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Located in the Times office in the Compound, sign anonymously or not at all, and letters may be printed in a future edition of the Tabula Rasa Times. -
Musings of the Inner and Outer Child
Bridget, despite numerous efforts to the contrary, had begun reading self-help books again. This time, it happened to be The Last Self-help Book You'll Ever Need: Repress Your Anger, Think Negatively, Be a Good Blamer, And Throttle Your Inner Child , and to be quite honest, she was beginning to think that the title was extremely misleading. ( Read more... ) -
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It had been over a week now. Over a week since she’d found O-Ren’s hut empty, and over a week since she’d decided to end things with Tim. And even though there had been several times during that week that Bridget thought that maybe, just maybe she’d over reacted and just hadn’t run into O-Ren, it was pretty much all set in stone now.
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Days since seen O-Ren: 3 (two was cause for concern. v.b.); No. of times thought Dickie might say ‘mama’: 3 (though ‘maaaaaaa’ followed by a laugh may just have been coincidence, as baby book says that 4 months is far too early); No. of times looked up at door of hut to see if O-Ren would be walking in: 347 (v.b.); Head state: v.b. Bloody fucking ( Read more... ) -
Dated to Monday June 11th, Post-Homeplot.
It had been a long weekend, predictably, considering that Bridget had spent a good portion of it making sure that Tim and his strange roommate didn't die of dehydration. She hoped that Tim's roommate would at least think to thank her when he awoke, considering that she'd had to endure listening to him talk while he slept ( Read more... ) -
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It had been days. Days without so much as a sign that O-Ren even existed anymore. Bridget had gone to breakfast every morning, to lunch every afternoon, and dinner every evening, hoping that she might show up there. After a few days, Bridget had come to the conclusion that she wasn't coming back. That she'd royally and irreparably screwed things up ( Read more... )