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Dear Livejournal and Friends
I have been a very absent omlet, for which I am profoundly sorry. I still adore you all, and I miss the joy you have brought me (as well as all the lovely fanfic I have not been reading lately); it's just that the part of my life that does not exist solely in the internet has been acting up and demanding more of my attention (more, frankly, than I ( Read more... ) -
Help me help me help me
Okay guys, short notice Halloween costumes. Ready? Steady? Go! -
multipurpose household appliances
So I’m at work this morning, doing an article for grinder pumps, which are exactly what they sound like- pumps that grind up solid waste so as not to clog the sewage pipes. And as I'm looking at specs, I come across this description that another company wrote: “grinder pumps... can handle all kinds of waste materials, including solid waste, gloves ( Read more... ) -
the incongruity of names
Whenever I read in a fanfic that John is moaning/whispering/yelling Sherlock's name in bed, I am always reminded of this scene from When Harry Met Sally:
Harry Burns: With whom did you have this great sex?
Sally Albright: I'm not going to tell you that.
Harry Burns: Fine, don't tell me.
Sally Albright: Shel Gordon.
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on tea and other small pleasures
There's something oddly like release in that moment half-way through your final exams when you are desperately trying to ward off a fever through a combination of modern medicine, copious amounts of tea, and plain telling your body to please hold it together for ten more days and then you can go to pieces; that moment when you look down at your ( Read more... ) -
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Writing is always the hardest; I don't know how to begin things. Probably the reason why this is the 3rd paper this week that I am starting in the middle of the night. It's due in 4.5 hours. 7 pages in 4 hours, on a topic I've stopped paying attention to halfway through the semester. *shrug* could be worse. But I am still here instead of writing ( Read more... ) -
home
I love the smell of the city. I forget sometimes, being out in Stony Brook, how different everything is; I get used to sameness. But then I get off the train in Brooklyn, I breathe, And I remember. Hair oil and piss and bubble gum in the subway, Chinese food, incense on the street. Every neighborhood its own smell. What happens on those borders? Do ( Read more... ) -
Good morning
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up to take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe, before its gone.
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I've not written--really written--in years. Not the way I used to. Things change and people grow apart. And sometimes they grow apart from themselves. I used to keep this journal to share with my friends, but also with myself. In writing what I observed, I made conclusions and inferences without effort. Maybe if I'd kept writing--all kinds of ( Read more... ) -
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bally's representative: and how can i assist you today?
me: i would like to cancel my membership.
bally's representative: is health and fitness no longer important to you?
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