I think I had to blow some dust off the cover of this Internet journal, it's basically this GIF:

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I haven't posted an entry in, like, a year and a half. So naturally it makes perfect sense for me to sign up to participate in LJ Idol. Thanks a lot, therealljidol.

(Wow, I forgot how to update this thing. Indicating a mood? Tagging it? Who is she, we don't know her).

"We All Have The Movie. The One We're Supposed to Hate. Talk About... In Depth. Spoil it and explain WHY you love it despite mostly everyone else."

AKA: writing creative nonfiction is therapeutic, but it hurts my heart

My knees creak as I kneel on the dusty carpet of the living room, peering half-interestedly at the laptop screen as he fumbles with ( Read more... )

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." - Robert Frost

The fingers of trees scraped the top of his car, and an involuntary shiver flung itself up and down his spine - crescendo, decrescendo. From the backseat of his worn-out '94 Saturn, Tennyson began to growl faintly. Matthias cursed ( Read more... )

Twenty OneMy grandfather taught me to count with a worn deck of playing cards. Smoothed over with time and endless flips end-over-end, the cards ran like rain out of a gutter across the lacquered table top, often skidding onto the floor. He would hold me on his lap with a weathered hand cinched around my tiny waist, the other hand flipping through ( Read more... )

This morning I managed to spill the seeds of 2 pomegranates we had painstakingly picked apart and put in the freezer two nights before all over the kitchen floor.

"I think I want to be a doctor," I told my grandmother at four years old, poking around in a fabric child's doctor bag I'd been given as a gift. "Oh, that would be great. Will you take ( Read more... )

I don't remember why I fell off the LJ Idol train last time: I think it had something to do with my nasty breakup and processing it and just plain being unable to keep up. But I love participating in these things, and look forward to playing again.

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Don't judge me. ;_;

List doesn't include unbuyables or anything over 2k because a) it won't fit in an LJ entry, b) this is temporary and c) ain't nobody gon' buy me a book over 2k, let's be real now!

( So, So Many Books. )

My name is Patricia, I am 25 years old, and I am obese ( Read more... )

His name was Russell, all of the televisions said. Well, maybe it had been, once. Rebecca tucked one leg underneath her on the sofa and adjusted her weight, gnawing on her bottom lip as the news came back from commercial. Anxiously, she twisted her wedding band around her finger and let her gaze flit around her living room: warm cinnamon scents ( Read more... )