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"...maybe if you'd listen for a little while instead of talking all the time we'd communicate better ( Read more... ) -
[NaNo] Mmm Hot.
The Arab soundtrack from Medieval: Total War and The 13th Warrior is really inspiring when one is writing about Harad. Mmm. Tasty ( Read more... ) -
NaNo.
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Brokenated.
My computer is under sharp quarentine by my father as he looks to see if it can be salvaged. If not I haven't lost anything of immesurable value (I don't think. If it was so valuable, I didn't know I had it). I don't have it now, and don't know when I shall have it next. I am currently borrowing my mother's AIM-less laptop but can make phonecalls ( Read more... ) -
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my computer is trying to die. i am trying not to let it. i have backed up all my precious files into zip archives and have them in a share folder, in the hopes i will be able to access them from there. i'm trying to do the research to see if there's any virtue in deleting this account off of XP and creating another to keep myself virus free. i ( Read more... ) -
[personal lock] update.
so. there will a catholic service at the mortuary on monday. i have no idea what this entails. i don't know what i think. my father is short-tempered. i don't know how i am. it seems easiest to drift, letting my instincts serve as a buffer, an emotional wall of no-feeling safely cushioning me from my nazgul ( Read more... ) -
honor the glorious dead.
...when a star dies, it lights the sky up so big the universe reels with all that light.
The stars in my banner are dancing for you, kielle.
...it's all I have to give you, my gratitude for all the amazing memories and inspirations, my promise not to forget. May your star shine brightest of them all. -
dammit.
an old ghost-wind is blowing through
haunting me and haunting you
shadowing all our wicked ways
pursuing us to the end of our days
it won't stop with my blood on its hand
it will sweep through until this stone is sand
when i am gone it will fly in your face
and you will vanish without a trace
