curiouscloud

How the fuck is this woman simultaneously so untrusting of people she thinks are men in dresses, and yet so very trusting of actual men? This is a new low for her, even though it's the kind of ridiculous, self contradictory cognitive dissonance that Christianity is infamous for.

Also, she's basically like "I'm going to try to protect women from people I am wrongfully accusing of being sexual predators by encouraging women to be sexual predators."

Because yes, seriously, what she is advocating here is a sex crime and if it were actually treated that way by law enforcement the way it should be, anyone who does this would be put on the sex offender registry and probably go to prison as well.

If there is a God, I hope She makes a Hell specifically for J. K. Rowling, and I hope her Hell is being reincarnated as a 'boy' with all her memories from her present life intact. I can think of no more fitting punishment for her transphobia than her being forced to be trans herself.

Mood: pissed off

dmxrated

Upon picking me up from work yesterday, Mom told me that Mabel had actually returned, and she had to take her to the veteranarian's office to be put down.

From before that happened, she showed me a text from Marie, describing a dream she had where Mabel emerged from a couple of small trees on a ledge by the basement steps (Mom actually had those trimmed down to their trunks after everyone had left after the holidays, Marie's last visit to date, to make it easier for her contractors to work on the front steps).

Talk about a prophetic dream, but not so romantically in real life: From what Mom told me, and what I overheard from her later into her phone, that's exactly where she found her just when she opened the basement door to bring some bedsheets out to the clothesline. She got a sheet to wrap her up and bring her into her bedroom in, and she was able to climb down to use her litterbox, but collapsed afterwards. That's when she had to bring her to the vet.

Well, the cat did get to relax surrounded by fireflies, but to eventually wake up suffering outright... For all the symptoms she showed, such as the loss of hearing and appetite and how she'd often wobble while walking, Mom predicted that she would just die in her sleep.

Mom brought her home in a gray biodegradeable zip-up case to bury her in, and we eventually took care of that at dusk.

beanside

It's consult day for yeeting Jess' teats, and I woke up at 4:45am. I just went ahead and got up, when it became obvious that I wasn't going back to sleep. Right now, the thing is telling me that it's 1 hr 20 min to DC. I'm expecting that to rise as the morning goes on. Hopefully we don't have any problems with traffic. We're leaving nearly 3 hours early, so I think we're all right.

Yesterday was busy at work. I took nearly 40 calls, and then did my best to fill in a couple of appointments. Didn't succeed at that one. Then, we had the meeting to show everyone how to make an outlook signature with the various templates we use for speed. (And again, I was showing people how to do witchcraft for the confusion and wonder that they showed.)

After work, I went to ulta for some nail polish and then DSW to look at their shoes, and I found a goddamn unicorn of a shoe. Wide width, flat heeled and comfy. It's a Sketchers Cleo shoe. I felt like I needed to do that because we got the obit for Jess' father, and it's going to be a 10 hour day. We need to be there at 10am for the family viewing or whatever from 10-11. Then, and this is where I wanted to punch my Brother in Law, the visitation is going to last from 11am-6pm with the funeral at 4om. This seems excessive to me. I don't really love anyone 8hours of sitting vigil. Except Jess. Which is why I'm doing this. And then, presumably, we'll be expected to go otu to dinner with everyone. By the time we get back to the hotel, we're going to be exhausted.

Once we get back from DC, probably around noon, we shall relax for a little while, then sneak in a game.

I'm debating on what to do for dinner. I'm considering Pizza delivery. It's hot, and I'm tired. We'll see.

I wanted to get a couple of frozen dinners for my sister for the weekend, so I might do that.

Okay, time for me to go get my shit together. Everyone have an outstanding Wednesday!

dmxrated

Our cat had been in particularly poor health for at least several weeks, and managed yesterday to escape somewhere to die peacefully alone.

I was scheduled to start yesterday's shift at 1:30, so Mom was set to leave her own job early. Beforehand, though, she sent me a text not to let Mabel out under any circumstances, after having found her at dusk the day prior all covered in flies while laying under that boat just outside the boathouse. At some point, Mabel came to the front door wanting to go outside, and I asked Mom if we might be thinking only about what we want by keeping her inside, but part of her concern had to do with such a particularly hot day as it was, that would just make her uncomfortable as she lay dying.

She then suggested I lay a couch blanket inside her shed, where she'd have access to water within the enclosed garden. Upon coming inside from that, though, I saw her laying down in the middle of the kitchen, and brought her into my air-conditioned room, where she managed to climb onto my bed after I left her to check my messages. Upon coming back, I tried bundling her up with my blankets, and Mom came home soon thereafter for me to show her.

We decided to let her out then, when Mom assumed she would keep an eye on her, but that's when she managed to escape somewhere Mom expected her just to lie down. She was never able to find her all day since, and we weren't surprised.

Mom was sad about it, but I am grateful for her to be able to die on her terms. This actually came up last winter, when Mom didn't want her to die freezing; she told me how cats often prefer to go off somewhere to die away from any human activity, something I had also seen a video of on YouTube, and had also been demonstrated of a monkey in Our Universe, something Dad liked to watch last year.

Rest in peace, Mabel. We'll always remember the day Dad brought you home from his workshop backyard, after your mother abandoned you for more than a day even while reclaiming your littermate.

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beanside

Hey, y'all, we made it through Monday!! Woot, woot! I have very little planned today, although I have to go to Nordstrom to pick up some eye shadow. I got a little palate of Sephora eyeshadow, and it was not good. Barely any pigment, hard to get on the brush. I was flipping through Facebook and saw one that was pot themed. It's called the "Smoke Sessions II" by Melt. It's all these gorgeous purples. I fell in love with it, and bought it immediately. (To be fair, I also have one from Ulta that should be coming tomorrow.) With the glasses, I can get away with a little more pigment in my eye color. I can't do mascara, my follicles do not like that, but I can do eyeshadow, and light eyeliner. (I got the coolest shade of eyeliner, a burgundy/brown that is perfect for my green eyes.)

At some point between today and tomorrow, I'd like to go up and get my overdue emissions test done. They're open til 7 on Tuesday and Wednesday. I will probably go today after I grab my eyeshadow. Ideally, I'd like it done before we drive down to Sibley for Jess consult tomorrow.

Yesterday was very busy. I did my 43 calls, plus filled in three separate cardiac CTs, a Cardiac MRI and called people to let them know that when they scheduled their appointments, they borked up. (Seriously, how hard is it to keep track of when you can have your appointment? Or where?) The only one I'm not blaming is the patient who scheduled at the wrong place because there is no indication that certain sites can only accommodate patients up to certain weights for some tests. That's on our coding. (I love making those calls, btw. But I figure it's better that it's me, who will be sensitive about it.)

It was so brutally hot yesterday and it's going to be worse today. I'm not thrilled about going out in it. It was bad enough when we walked the dog last night, and it was still 95 degrees. I am way too Slavic for this heat. Give me cold weather any day. I'm not looking forward to being in DC in 100 degree heat. But I want Jess to get their consult, so off we shall go. At least we're leaving at ass-o-clock, so it shouldn't be too bad. My morning post tomorrow will probably be after our appointment, as I have no urge to get up at 4am to update. Though we shall see.

Our AC unit is glorious. During the heat of the day, it keeps the house cool. At night, it can get a wee bit stuffy, but overall, it's awesome. I got a fan to help at night, and it was wonderful. I slept much better, except for the cat coming to visit me every hour.

Okay, I suppose it's time to get myself together. Everyone have an amazing Tuesday!

fayanora

Tonight's can walk, starting at 8:30 pm, yielded 45 returnables, filling out the second bag and getting a decent start on a third. Will probably drop those two off tomorrow at the bottle drop center so I don't have to wait a week to get more money this time.

Oh, and last night on my way back from Brooke's, I found 20 returnables. The biggest stash was in one of these yellow plastic boxes that are meant for non-deposit glass containers, but every so often I find people have filled these with not only deposit glass returnables, but also plastic bottles and aluminum cans. The one last night was just bottles, but damn, I'd love to have enough money to not only own a house and two cars but also not have to care about returning bottles with deposits to the right place to get my deposits back.

Part of why I found so many returnables last night was that because it was a Sunday and past 8 pm, the best route home was walking to the 75, getting off at Furat Court, and then walking home from there. Found some on the way to the 75, then found most of them not long after I went over the bridge by Furat Court (this bridge goes over the little valley that Springwater Corridor runs through), so it was somewhere on Tacoma.

dmxrated

Mom was on the phone with Marie upon picking me up from work yesterday. For my turn to share what was going on, I told her that I was playing that side-hack of Earthbound, which I realized when we arrived home I had only told Drew about in the hotel (Marie wasn't there at that time). Mom told her that I created practically every shade of brown for Paula, even more of a variety than L'Oreal hair products, which she or Marie suggested I observe when I'm next at work.

beanside

And somehow, it's back to Monday again. Ew. I had a wonderful weekend, though. Saturday was fun, and then yesterday was good, too.

After I did my morning post, I was a little sleepy, do I laid down for another 40 minutes which helped a lot. Then, I started getting ready for our outing for the day. We went down to Rodizio's Grill in Annapolis to try them out. They're an all you can eat Brazillian steakhouse that is in competition to Fogo De Chao.

We as usual got there early, so we went in the coffee shop directly across from it, and had coffee and tea and relaxed and waited til Rodizio's opened. Once they were, we went over and headed in. It felt much more casual than Fogo. I didn't feel out of place in my jeans and a nice shirt. The salad and hot food bar were very good, though not quite as varied as Fogo. Still very nice. Almost as soon as we sat down, the Gauchos began to arrive with steak.

And what steaks! The Maminha, a tri-tip steak and a garlic infused steak called Bife Com Alho were my to favorites, though I don't think I had a bad thing. Though, in the non steak, the Abacaxí, glazed and grilled pineapple was also amazing. I also had a Bahia Breeze,w hich was delicious and refreshing. It was pineapple juice and limes with a breeze of mint. SO fucking good.

Then we came home and went right back out. I'm 52, and I have not done a great job of taking care of my skin. And now I have some discoloration on my forehead and my usual redness as well as some dry skin. It's been bothering me lately, moreso since I got my hair done. And now, I've got a funeral with Jess' family at the end of this week, and I don't want to look old and decrepit.

So, off to Sephora we went to get some foundation and makeup. First, of course, we had to get color correction serum, and then tinted moisturizer. And then foundation, and blush and lip gloss and eyeliner and eyeshadow. The only thing I'm not thrilled with is the eye shadow. It's a very soft pigment, and I wanted a little more dramatic. (I've already taken steps to rectify it, so hopefully, I like them better.).

It cost an exorbitant amount of money, but did make my skin look good.

I actually slept really well last night, so I'm getting used to the new bed. I think I do like it.

Today, it's back to work! Two days of work, then a day off for Jess' surgical consult, then a day of work, and then off on Friday to fly out to Michigan for the funeral.

And on that note, I will go forth and get myself together.

beanside

It's Sunday! Yesterday was very busy, but I had fun.

First up was the dog's grooming. He was the first of the day, so he was done in two hours easily.
We picked him up and he was happy and much cooler. I might have to book his next one a bit early, so he doesn't have to get so hot.

The cousin's lunch was at a Spanish/Italian place called Tutti Paella. It took about 40 minutes to get to, and looked like a dump in a strip mall. But wow, it was way more than that. I ordered off their tapas menu. I had a charcuterie board, the Colossal Vieras con Tocino (which were about 8 bacon wrapped scallops with a balsamic glaze, and then Alcachofas Al Ajillom which were baked artichokes in garlic with a garlic aoli. My fucking god, everything was amazing. It was perfectly seasoned and well cooked. I'm a little in love with this place, and I hope they do well, because goddamn. My BIL had the scallops and Patas Bravas, which was basically loaded spanish potatoes. The single serve paella was enough to feed two, maybe three people, and the portion for two was enough to feed at least four, maybe five peoople. We got a Paella to take home for Jess, and it was enormous. They only ate about a fourth of it. IT was packed with spanish chorizio and chicken. We also ordered one for Shelly and I-the seafood one, which was lovely. I ate the shit out of it, and there's still better than half left.

Then it was home for an outstanding role play heavy game of Arvandor. It was awesome. My players continue to be so involved and on point. It's really making the characters feel like real people.

It's of course, a completely different group than my normal, but it makes me hope that we can get some roleplay out of my regular group, too. We'll see. I've got two games coming up that could support it, so we'll see.

After that, we relaxed and took the dog out to potty. He was very good while we were playing. Then, we at dinner and went to bed. I slept pretty well, so maybe I'm getting used to the firmer mattress.

And now, I have to get myself together for brunch! From Spanish to Brazillian! Whoo! Everyone have an awesome Sunday!

dmxrated

Brian and his friends have left this morning

beanside

It's Saturday, and a busy one! We're going to take the pupper for his grooming at 8am. We have a cousins get together around 12 (hopefully the dog is done by then, but if not, Jess will get him. Then, at four, we have our Arvandor game, delayed by four hours by the get together.

At least I get Spanish food out of it? I like most of my cousins, I just don't have much of a relationship with them. But a couple of them were there the night before dad passed at the hospice, so I'm making an effort. I figure they did, so can I.

And I do like Spanish food, and there aren't many places in Baltimore that serve it. It's the place I suggested, because otherwise we would have ended up at some brewpub or historic place that served bland American food. At least here, I have a shot at something with actual flavor. The place is called Tutti Paela, and has 4.5 stars on Google. Sadly, it's about 40 minutes away, so we'll need to leave early.

I'm looking forward to game today. I'm getting ready to throw more chaos into the mix, and it's going to be glorious. They're slowly progressing on the mystery. They've figured out a few things, but have the big mystery of "who is poisoning the queen" still to go.

Yesterday was a busy day at work. I was so busy calling patients back that I think I took a grand total of 18 calls. My email was *hopping*. Every thirty seconds, someone was asking me to call this STAT pt back and offer them this appointment or that appointment.

I also was chatting with the big boss of our little dept. I like her, she's sweet. We get along very well. She seemed to be suggesting that they're working on something for me. I had mentioned my very low calls per day, and she informed me that "they've got me." I don't know if I'm right or if I misinterpreted it, but I suppose time will tell.

Then, I made some very tasty ribs (Members mark Applewood seasoning? Baller) and Brussel sprouts.
After walking the puppy, we went to the mall to look for shoes for me. We were sucessful! In Nordstrom, we found an adorable little sandal that should be appropriate for the funeral, and will be good for outings as well. I may wear them today for our cousin's outing. We shall see.

And on that note, I'm going to go forth and get ready to take the dog for his grooming. But first, more coffee. Everyone have an excellent Saturday!

dmxrated

Two nights ago, after Mom had gotten a pack of burger buns with sesame seeds, I asked her if she could make some Bubba burgers we have for dinner. She declined to have one herself, and since I know how to cook a burger patty, I ended up making dinner for just myself while she re-heated a slice of last week's pizza.

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Brian, his friend Arvind, and his girlfriend in turn Usha, had come over late last night. Brian slept in Marie's room, and has just woken up a few minutes ago, but Arvind and Usha are up in the apartment, presumably still asleep. Brian says they're supposed to be leaving at 8.

zarla

MORE DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3+4 SPOILERS FOR BOTH ROUTES, BEWARE!

Spamton was already a tragic parallel to Kris's situation even back when all we had was Chapter 2, but now with the added info we got in Chapter 4, I think it runs even deeper than that. Spamton and his whole arc is uniquely fixated on freedom, something no other Darkner seems to care much about, which is very deliberate considering that the chapter you meet him is also the one where you can start to divert from the path chosen for you.

( Spoilery talk of course, a bit rambly )

The Spamton brainworms are returning... how could this happen...

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Mood: tired
Watching/Listening: 40414. Lame Genie - Big Shot + Undyne! (Full Band Cover feat Ro Panuganti)

beanside

Well, that was a day. I was expecting a nice quiet Thursday, and what I got was...not. I had already gotten my breakfast together, and was sitting on the sofa, preparing to go in an boot up my computer for work, and scrolling the internet idly. And then I saw it on Facebook. Jess' estranged dad passed.

I relayed this to Jess, and texted in that I was taking a bereavement day so I could be there for them. They've been estranged for years, but I knew it was still going to be rough. The funeral is next week, and their brother wants them to be there, so off we shall fly to Michigan. I'm so thankful for the money from the estate that let me just book everything. We have tickets going into Michigan, plus a rental car and hotels. It'll be a short trip. We're leaving on Friday morning, and flying in to Detroit. The first night, we're staying near the airport, then driving in for the funeral on Saturday, and leaving Sunday morning. It'll be a lot, but we'll manage. Here's hoping the weather behaves for smooth travel. The only thing to still decide is whether we take the car and park in a lot or just get a ride to the airport.

Around 11, the bed came, and with nothing else to do, we went ahead and set it up. It's a little firmer than I'd like, but I think once I'm used to it, it'll be fine. Good lord, that mattress was heavy. Of course, they dropped it at the foyer, so the two of us had to slide it up the stairs, and into the house. Then, we got the old mattress off the bed, and did some more heaving to get it on the bed and unwrapped.

It was not easy, but we got it there. I did not sleep great, but I expected that. I'm hoping it'll improve a little bit each night.

After that, we were kinda at loose ends until it was time for dinner. Just before, I was sitting at the table and checked my work email. And it confirmed my perception. The communications person reached out to me to ask for a few sentences about my job, and why I felt it was important to connect with the patients I spoke to and a picture. The resulting article will go out on Johns Hopkins social media and website. So this is a public perception, not an internal one. Aaah! I'm excited yet nervous.

Jess spoke to their brother last night, which went as well as it could. He made them feel quilty a couple of times, but I don't think he meant to.

Today will hopefully be quieter. In the evening, we're going to the mall to look at shoes for me and a top for Jess for the funeral. We really don't have anything at all appropriate. I've got nice pants, but no shoes. And Jess has no nice clothes at all, so it's shopping time. I'm a little worried that we won't find any shoes for me--my feet are so wide and flat. If worst comes to worst, I can wear my sandals, but they're men's sandals, and not that pretty. I'm hoping that they won't have anything, but we'll see.

I'll have time to wear it, since I have a cousins brunch tomorrow to go to. I'm not sure I want to go, but I do want the restaurant. They went for the one I picked, which was cool. Spanish/Italian food for all!

Sunday, Jess and I will go out for an anniversary brunch.

Okay, time to get myself together for the day. Everyone have an outstanding Friday!

dmxrated

Mom and I installed my air conditioner yesterday, for real this time. She actually took the time to read the instructions properly, although she did tell Brian when he called later that they weren't so easy to understand as they should be.

fayanora

I had a dream during my nap wherein someone mentioned a creature called a "butt spider," which they said was a spider that lives in one's butthole. I quipped back with "They're not spiders, they're crustaceans that look and act like spiders."

So that dream universe has butt spiders I guess, even though they're not spiders. Something to put on the tourism brochure, I guess, as a warning.

fayanora

Woke up to a double surprise. First surprise, that green bag of returnables I was waiting for finally processed. Second surprise: there were two bags processed. Which led me to this conclusion: that bag that processed on Sunday, which had me paranoid for a week that maybe I had forgotten the bag tag (even though I knew I hadn't), was a bag I completely forgot I had dropped off days before, and the timing of it being processed was entirely coincidental.

Yes, that's right: I have been doing enough hunting for returnables and enough of these green bags that I completely forgot about one of them, and its coincidental processing on the same day I dropped off two others had me anxious and paranoid over nothing.

I mean, I don't even remember that bag even now, after having deduced its existence from available evidence. Maybe if I go back through my posts here on DW, I could refresh my memory, but for now I'm not bothering. So just... wow. And I still have another bag to drop off!

Mood: surprised

beanside

Happy Juneteenth!

Yesterday was a good, albeit weird day. It was going well, I got some people in for appts, and then the head boss of our dept sends me a message on teams. "You may get a message from (blank) in communications." Oookay.

It turns out the really sweet compliment I had a month or so ago has wings. The boss and head boss brought it up in a meeting with their bosses, the managers to all our sites, and the head of radiology, and the next day the head of radiology said that she spent the rest of the night thinking about the letter. Now, they want to highlight it and recognize me somehow. So, the radiology communications head is going to be reaching out to me.

On one hand this is super cool, and I'm into it. Yes please, tell me how awesome I am. On the other, I'm being perceived, and I'm not sure about it. Also, define "recognized". Are we talking a nice little blurb in an internal departmental communication? That sounds good. Or are we talking about something public or that goes to the entirety of the hospital? That sounds a little overwhelming.

And of course, there's the part of me that's like "I did my job." I may have done a little more than normal, but hopefully it's what anyone would do for a patient who was so scared.

Then, my new progressive glasses came, which was nice. I'm still getting used to them, but it sure is nice to have one set of glasses that does everything. They're very cute, too.

Then, for dinner, I cooked surf and turf. NY Strip and Lobster. I was worried about doing the lobster, because it's so techy. Overcook for even a minute and it turns tough. Even on sale, they were a bit of an expense, so I didn't want to make them dry and icky. I needn't have worried. I was on top of it, poking it with the thermometer every few minutes, and I was able to pull it out at just 2 degrees past what they reccommended. It was perfect. I had gotten two, because Jess normally doesn't like lobster (but it turned out that they'd only had it from Red Lobster, who always overcooks). I asked them if they wanted a taste, and it turns out that they like lobster quite a bit. Both my sister and I were happy to sacrifice some of mine, because they were enormous tails, and so we all had lobster with butter and were very happy.

Today, our new mattress comes. I'm really hoping that Fedex delivers it to the door and not the foyer, because it's 96 lbs and that will be a bitch on the steps, but we'll see. We probably won't put it on the bed tonight, but we'll see. I'm going to hire someone to take the old mattress, rather than leaning it against the dumpster.

And now, I shall go get pants on and get myself together for work. Everyone have an amazing Thursday!

fayanora

I've been able to read again lately because I've been going back to my roots and reading horror. (When I was a kid, I wasn't initially keen on reading books on my own -- preferred to have them read to me -- and what made the switch for me was Goosebumps books, "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark," and other kid's horror. But then I moved on to sci-fi, fantasy, and the occasional survival story like "Hatchet" and "Brian's Winter." Oh, and I had a phase where I kept rereading "White Fang.")

What I've been reading has been audiobooks mostly. I really liked "The Hollow Places," but I already did a post about that. Currently I'm reading another T. Kingfisher book called "The Twisted Ones," which is a horror take on stories of the "fair folk" and is also apparently a modern take on a classic horror story called "The White People."

Unfortunately, most of T. Kingfisher's stuff appears to be standard fantasy, and I'm on a horror kick, so when this book is done, I'm gonna need something else to read. And I can't stand Steven King's writing, so don't suggest his stuff. (That man's writing style is more boring that watching paint dry while Ben Stein reads technical manuals in his monotonous voice.)

But yeah, I'm taking suggestions. I especially love cosmic horror. Hell, I've got cosmic horror in my Ravenstone series.

fayanora

I went out can-boxing again. Went my usual route and then stopped off at home to drop off the ones I'd collected because I had gotten a full cart of them, and then went out again for more down in Milwaukie. Brought back 13 on the second trip, so sixty-three altogether. That's a fully full green bag in one day. And of course, 63 returnables is $6.30 here in Oregon.

The last time I returned full green bags, I had dropped two of them off. (Sunday, I think.) One was processed right away, and the other is still waiting. I'm very annoyed by this, and would rather they hadn't processed either of them if they weren't going to do both at once, since it can take up to a week for them to process the bags, and for me that's a week of my anxiety brain thinking "What if I forgot to put a bag tag on one of the bags?" Which is ridiculous, because that day I specifically went out with the goal of finishing filling up that second bag on the way, and I clearly remember putting tags on both bags before even leaving the apartment. But I'm not going to be able to relax fully until that second bag gets processed. And while this new bag may be full, I'm going to wait to drop it off until the last one gets processed just so I don't extend the anxiety by another week. But I'm going to put a tag on it as soon as I hit post anyway, just to be on the safe side.

And if I collect another bag full by the time the last one processes, I might take both of them in to the bottle drop center in Milwaukie just so I don't have to wait a week; ones taken there usually process within an hour, the main drawback being they charge you a bag processing fee. Waiting a week at the other places is generally worth it because the other places like New Seasons Market pay the bag processing fee for you, so you get more money. The fee is usually only about 40 or 50 cents each time, but still.

Mood: anxious

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I still eagerly await news of her demise.

Her actual demise

As I'm closing in,imposing on your slumber; you call on me as bells begin to chime

Goodbye, Mabel.

I wanna make it right, that is the way to turn my life around, today is the day

45 returnables today, 20 the day before

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Welcome to the internet, have a look; around anything that brain of yours can think of can be found

You'll soon be hearing the chime close to midnight; if I could turn back the time I'd make all right

(no subject)

In the shadows, pale and cold; in the shadows lay my soul

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~DO YOU WANNA BE A [Heart] ON A [Chain] YOUR WHOLE LIFE!?

A year ago your car went off a cliff and you saw an angel in midair who said you'd live.

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Butt spiders

Well that sure is interesting.

I hate every bone in your body but mine, I can't wait till I can hate you tonight

Horror books

Sixty-three returnables!

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