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So last night I'm ready to commit hare krishna or hari keri or whatever that ritual suicide is called that the Japanese made seem so honourable & famous where they do that little prayer thing on their knees and then yank out a sword and stab themselves in the stomach

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First of all, shot again?

Second, I hope I never have to feel that pain, although my headaches aren't bad either. I want to take my head and bang it against a wall then. Or drill a little hole in my head to let the pressure out. *sigh*

Third, awwww, that was such a great idea with the ballons. I bet your son had a blast too. You seems to be a real fun mom. Wanna adopt me? ;) That was the first step to get even more over your shyness. There is such a kindness in you; the ballons and I remember reading about that homeless guy in the park you gave your salad. That story made me cry.

*hugs*

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You read the homeless guy story?!?

Wow! You really did go through my journal! That makes me all teary thinking that you think I'm that interesting.

To me, I'm just...me.

And yeah, I was shot once. My biological father is a sick, sick man so I have a nice--or ugly rather--scar on the back of my left thigh where he got me.

I also know how it feels to be hung (literally) and how it feels to have your nose broken--I don't know how Spike tolerated it because DAMN! That hurts too!

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OK, were can I find that sick bastard. You don't do such things to anybody, let alone your own child. ARGHHHH! If you ever need that getaway car driver. CALL ME! *grrr*

Yeah, when you first friended me I checked the recent entries and the homeless guy story was in them, poems, your "want"drabble, which I adore and I can feel every word in my own soul. I read some entries over your tags too, but didn't always leave a comment. Just checked earlier if I could find an entry about the accident when you broke your jaw over the tags, but then work got in my way. I think I cried reading it. I going to read more from time to time. At the moment I'm having trouble even keeping up with my f-list, so it may take awhile.

*smoochies*

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Awww...I've not seen my biological father in 20 years now...the last I heard he got the crap kicked out of him for sleeping with a 16 year old girl by her father.

Sadly, my life is one of those you see on Oprah or they make cheesy TV movies out of. I could tell you stories that would make your eyebrows curl and I can say without a doubt that my childhood is the reason why I'm so shy with people.

Anyhoo, hun you take all the time you need if you wanna read.

[kimrae1977]

The ritual is called sepaku. "Hara kiri" means "stomach cut", often attached to the ritual knife, since the Samurai believed that your soul was in your belly and had to be released that way.

And yay for bravery!

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Eeep! See! I knew someone would know it! I looked up Hare Krishna and found that they are those weird occulty bald, sheet-wearing guys at the airport who give out daisies!

Talk about being way off base! *facepalm*

[kimrae1977]

My boyfriend is into all things Oriental, especially Japanese lore and history. I can even tell you exactly how the ritual is performed.

Yeah, the Krishnas are...odd. And that color orange they wear really doesn't look good on anyone. :P

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*Eeep! See! I knew someone would know it! I looked up Hare Krishna and found that they are those weird occulty bald, sheet-wearing guys at the airport who give out daisies!* Huh? Daisy guys? That'd be hare krishna in which langusge?In Hindi hare Krisna is part of a religious song. Will have to ask my grandma about the daisy guys. You performed hara kiri! You've got nerve. Me? I hate pain