My elbow is giving me a hard time nervously.

That shit sucks. Knitting is going well. I'm going to need a few more plain bamboo needles.

Ho ho ho. You expect what? I expect your mouth on my nuts forthwith.

If you were a dessert, what dessert would you be? Heeh. I'm anticipating questions like this and more in the next few days.

While watching Season 1 of Dexter ( Read more... )

Last night, instead of the usual lament of my bed being empty, I remembered some choice ugly moments and celebrated having the bed to myself.

Never again will you hurt me like you did. No more will you harass and bully me into getting that part of me. I will sleep soundly, without fear, without reprisal for my rejection and objections.

I dreamt while passing through some offices on the way to an appointment, I was asked to come listen to audio of munitions and help the class understand the nuances of what they were hearing, the apparent subtle differences and what they meant ( Read more... )

I don't understand. Why celebrate something that has no effect on you? Or are you saying that your doctrines and morals are not strong enough to stand on their own, the only way to give them any intestinal fortitude is to ensure that other people live the way you'd have it ( Read more... )

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She lived a good life, and did wonderful things.

I'm glad you gave me a binder of your wonderful recipes, you could not have gifted me something better. I'll miss seeing you in the morning with your curlers, and your freezer full of goodies.
Your boxes of romance novels, and the beautiful dolls you collected.

We love and miss you.

The best gbirthday present ever started with me trolling a tiny fuck who had been serious business over some loot ( Read more... )

We lost a soldier from our unit yesterday.

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