All your OCs are belong to ... my OCs.

I should be asleep right now. :]

So... I just realized I have names for all of my Muses.

Ebu, Rheia, Nikita, Ameretta, Leilut, Yajiru, and Ama.






...Hmm.

1. Dancemos No Mundo
2. Ai Meu Amor Se Bastasse
3. Vicio De Ti
4. Se Ao Menos Houvesse Um Dia
5. Porto Côvo
6. Rugas
7. Solta-Se O Beijo
8. Deixa-Me Rir
9. Canção De Embalar
10. Re Tratamento
11. Bem-Vindo Ao Passado
12. Problema de Expressão

Dahlonega Fudge Factory ... It was small, but it was good. x3
In the end, I got two rock candies, and four of these chocolate covered pretzels that had chunks of english toffee on them. That = ♥

On another note. ^^.

Moonlight and Magnolias turned out to be awesome. It took me a minute or so to get into it, just because I had it set in my mind that because of all of the horror stories I heard about the rehearsals, the play itself would suck. WRONG. It was good, and I mean really, actually good. The guy playing Ben Sacht had in the brochure that it was his first ever play. I give him props, because new to the stage or not, that cadet did a damn good job! The guy playing Selznick? Fantastic. I loved how he played the part.
How he and the actor behind the camera man kept serious faces during the acted-out pregnancy scene, I have no idea, but ... wow.

As for the girl, Shelly, who played Poppenghul? 
Loved her. It was the smallest part in there, but she did a good job. Especially with the stumbling done in those heels- How did she not break her ankle?

The set didn't fall over like in rehearsals, timing was a bit off, but all in all... I'd give it 4.5 out of 5 stars.

You should go see it, tonight is the last night.
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Ehh. LiveJournal's Rich Text layout looks hella different. Is it just me, or were there changes? Been too lazy to read up on all of the updates.
Ah well... Movin' on, darlin's.

Alright, so as most of you know, I can't access DeviantArt. I'm eighteen, but what the hell. Ya know? It's blocked. Something about getting viruses from the art site. Ahahaha. Whatever. What I need, you see, is someone who can draw me a port, but most artists in dreams can only be found- gaspgasp- on DA. (Which is totally unfair.) I'm willin' ta pay, of course; I can come up with something creative, write, send ya a check, or pay ya with paypal. (Yes, I finally got off my ass and got paypal.) But ya gotta gimme proof of ability by past works, or ones you're working on now, and then haggle with me for a decent price.
(Who the hell would want to pay over twenty bucks for a 95x95 image? xX; Screw that.)

Ahhh, tonight is the Christmas party at work. And I was tellin' people how I wanted to come dressed as an elf, and now look: P.C. is out of the elf costumes they promised me they had in stock just two days before. (I called yesterday, so it had only been one day, and poof! All gone.) So, what am I to do? No sewing machine- though I want one so terribly bad. I loved to make clothes at my moms, because her sewing machine was so kickass. But this isnt my moms, and I can't afford no stinkin' machine. Though, I wager two hundred dollars may very well be worth it... >_> In fact, I'm willin' to bet a high slope that it is, depending on brand name, comp'nies, and such.

Agh. Starting to talk like Evelyn and Zell. Next thing ya know, I'm ganna start- GONNA. I'm gonna start dancing like Kenji, or dressing like Psyche. All. White. All the time.
Whoa. Brainblast.



...Alright. I gotses to clean, so you all sit tight, 'kaykays? I'll come bother you all later. :D
'Til then, lovelove!

[ "Wait until the dust settles. You live, you learn. You love, you learn. You cry, you learn, you lose, you learn. You bleed, you learn. You scream, you learn." ]




He could feel it, surging through him, tightening in his chest, and setting his little heart aflame. It didn't scare him, not as much as it once had, before his surgery- before all of the mistakes made in diagnosing him, before all of the near overdoses, before the faux doctor doing what he did and trying to get him to believe that it was all of his fault- not the fault of the man in the stolen white coat. But that was a whole other story, and this now was ten times more important than the rape he could not, and never would, remember.
Stumbling over tossed clothes, a hand on his chest, and squeezing, slapping, tapping; working desperately to get that pounding louder, to get it really heard because it wasn't as scary as it once was, but it was still pretty worthy of a mite few panicked thoughts. His right hand left his side, reaching out for the orange bottle on his dresser, knocking it over, spilling his medication all over the floor. Vision already blurring, stomach lurching, and threatening not to take any of it down.
Time was slower for him, as he dropped ungracefully to his knees, head spinning; hurting. Lungs drawing in ragged, too-small breaths. Was he hyperventilating? He felt like no matter how much he breathed, he couldn't get enough air, and as he looked up, all he saw was that big water stain, swirling above him and promising to fall. Promising to spill rancid, month old water onto his face. Promising to drown him.
You should have known better, he thought, panting as he watched the walls join the spot- all turning, right 'round him like a carousel, only the speed began to pick up the longer he laid there. The longer he, god, felt that burning in his chest.
"Fucked," he whispered. "I'm fucked..."




[ "The fire trucks are coming around the bend. You live, you learn. You love, you learn. You cry, you learn, you lose, you learn. You bleed, you learn. You scream, you learn." ]

Poll #869256 The Poll of Farkin' Pollin'
Open to: Friends, detailed results viewable to: Friends, participants: 4

Which character coupling should I use?

For the Fandom OTP, you choose...

Heterosexual, Homosexual, Asexual? As in, what kind of love - or none at all?

* Is it yuri you chose, or shoujo-ai?

* Is it yaoi you chose, or shounen-ai?

Style?

( Warning: new surface bar piercing. Some blood. )So, yesterday, I got one of three surface bars pierced on the top of my left wrist. So happy!

Anyway, so I took a picture right after it was done - a teeny bit of blood, but the picture is a bit shaky, so you can't really tell. Still, I know some of you have hemaphobia. Er, I probably spelled that wrong, but at least I tried.

So, on to 'em: piccietures!






Right after:







Morning after (4am) - (excuse the weird angle) and excuse sister's lighter :





And the day after, after work:





^______^  It's so pretty. ♥!

Gaspage!

http://pics.livejournal.com/salution/gallery/00003c2a

Click it. You know you want to.

Do you know what it means to be trusted?
"To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved." said George MacDonald.








Enjoy the tale.