This journal is over ( Read more... )

My health issues are of a nature such that I cannot fast for a day without severe physical repercussions, but I always perform my Selichot devoutly. I usually keep it pretty private (like the rest of my devotions, really) between only myself and individuals I can distinctly recall having erred against , but it's been a very, very imperfect year for ( Read more... )

Things are coming along swimmingly. ^_^

Currently, I am dealing with some very difficult stuff.
There is no doubt in my mind that I will survive, and ultimately prosper, but right now, I'm struggling.
I'm really struggling.
Chances are, if I haven't spoken to you about it (and I probably haven't), it's because I don't really want to, but kind wishes and/or offers of prayers are both ( Read more... )

It may surprise you to learn that I never have anything to wear to funerals. Given that the majority of my wardrobe is, in fact, black, that may seem unlikely, but when black is your everyday colour, what colour do you wear, then, to mourn? I usually try to go for something in brown/beige/fawn/taupe. I hate that colour family (I really, really do ( Read more... )

I had forgotten what it was like, on the Dexamphetamine.
I forgot about the tunnel-vision-focus. I forgot about the unsettling purity and clarity of emotion, each neatly separate and distinct with no interbleeding. I forgot about the creative inspiration, the intrusive ideas that demand voice relentlessly until satisfied. I don't mind these things, ( Read more... )

From a letter by Ivy Darling to her younger broodmate, Angela, dated January, 2011:

Little Sister,

No doubt you have heard a great many tales of my wilfulness and tendency to selfish motivations from our Sire. Some of them may even be true. I am not interested in addressing for you what is fact and what is fiction; make of that what you like.

I ( Read more... )

Ivy smirked as the text-to-voice software read her the email in the staggered tones of Christopher Walken ( Read more... )

I have apparently managed to buy the only corset in existence capable of making me look not slimmer, but actually fatter; it flattens my bosoms to ironing-board dimensions, and squishes what's left out the top in a very unflattering fashion (it just looks like flab-spillage), and appears to thicken rather than emphasise, let alone narrow, my waist ( Read more... )

 Forum Fruitcake sent me another "final" nasty message, further expressing her indignation at me for...something, but I've now blocked her since reading it, so can't retrieve it, and don't want to unblock her so I can post it here, because I don't particularly want to read it again.
I finally caved, and sent the entire string to a Mod.
But, for what ( Read more... )