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Because I do this, disappear and then post a whole lot of nothing much
The Rules
1. People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.
2. Tag eight six people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
Ready, set, go:
1: Make a list of five things you can see without getting up.
My double gulp water and lemon cup, dirty dishes, ( Read more... ) -
What's this? Shira's alive? And posting a ficlet too?
Yes, I'm alive, and not really good at posting. Or recapping all the things I should recap, nor am I good at not rambling.
So! A ficlet instead. One of many doing their best to overwhelm my brain and turn it into porridge. Expect more soon, many more.
This one is set in the middle of Hoping For Redemption, a little ficlet involving Riemman and Faye. ( Read more... ) -
Heehee Torchwood fic, here I come.
nervous breakdown
hostages
de-age (mental)
old school medical treatment
brainwashing / deprogramming
strippers
possession / mind control
detached retina
ghosts and hauntings
insomnia
scars
sexual extortion: to keep a secret (adult)
WILD CARD
caught in a robbery
alcoholism
child abuse (physical)
cursed
eating ( Read more... ) -
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I'm scared shitless ( Read more... ) -
Why is it so hard being a grown up?
Things aren't going that well right now. There's no money, there's no work, and we might have to move into my mom's after all. If things keep up like this, with only one or two shifts a week, then we're going to have to move and I don't want to do that. This is my home. This is my bubble, my safe place, the place I want to be when the rest of the ( Read more... ) -
Guyyyssssssss~~
I'm sick ( Read more... ) -
More Dreams -- good? bad? I'm not sure, but I've realized that
I think I'm ready to face my demons.
Had another dream last night, one where I was able to go back in time and fix my past. (Shira Oka anyone?) Even though the people were different, the big things were nearly the same, and I could defeat them even if it took a while ( Read more... ) -
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I can't sleep.
They're hammering things out in the gangway.
I've only slept four hours, five at the most.
I wanna cry and don't have a reason right now.
I also feel like a mix between this song:
and this song:
These are the lyrics to the second video:
At vaguely 3cm, is that called squishy? Geez!
My wrapping is a uniform… Right, I’m not pretending it, ( Read more... )
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