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Welcome to the 15th Year
What happens when matters of the heart override matters of logic and reason? What happens when life interferes with the magical promise of fairy tales? And what happens when, in a heartbeat, we realize that the fairy tale has been right in front of us all along ( Read more... ) -
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It's a needed lunch. A needed get together. It's odd this connection they have - such similar lives; proof that soap operas can be real and that they never really end. They see each other on occasion, and when they do they talk like they've never been apart. Yet, the time seems to stretch into distances. It isn't just Jenny's depression, a ( Read more... ) -
Day 1 (rp for on_jennys_terms)
Her heels clack in the hallway. She's dressed up slightly from her usual dust of Vegas - her jeans are new, her shirt form fitting and buttoned, and she's even used to the red wig that now covers the mess of what is left of her hair. She is herself again, even in image, and that includes the force of nature she carries with her when she's angry ( Read more... ) -
Not being true to yourself ...
Over breakfast today, JJ finally smacked me upside the back of the head. Literally and figuratively. Heather is back in Albuquerque today, dropping Andrew off with his dad so he can finish the school year. I know Charles isn't going to touch her, but I'm worried. But when I brought it up, JJ finally looked at me and said something I've thought for ( Read more... ) -
my life may be nothing special ... but it's never been lived before ...
I've got Ani on repeat today, dancing slowly around the house, feeling my feet on each warped floorboard. My toes are finding groves and my fingers grazing the doorways. The dog has followed me, silently watching, hoping as she does that I am not completely crazy ( Read more... ) -
I'm still shaking ...
And shaking hurts ( Read more... ) -
Sometimes our job sucks ...
I've been working with Max for 15 years. Not the whole time of course, but for the most part we've been kicking each other's asses for over a decade. He's my best friend, he stood up for me at my wedding, and I've kept a secret for him this entire time. I knew the moment he met her and I knew when she broke his heart and I knew when they found each ( Read more... ) -
My venting has nothing to do with my chemo treatment today ...
I should put a couch in my office, I'll get more sleep that way ( Read more... ) -
I don't get it ...
She's made of steel. I know she had a chemo treatment this afternoon and now she's back in her office, at her desk, looking for all the world like death warmed over, but I know she's working. I wish we could talk about it but if I even go in there she'll kill me ( Read more... )