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So, I'm curious. Have you guys ever really anticipated something, only for it to turn out to be a whole bundle of disappointment? 'cause I'm kinda in that position right now, with a side helping of anticipating something else, only for it to turn out to be a slap to the face.

This is gonna get long, so consider this line your warning.

Contains me rambling, and references to gore and murder. )
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I am home, and it was fun, and... yeah. Weird. I kinda wish I was back there. It was simpler. And I felt less like crying. Though more like hitting things and committing sororicide.

Anyway, Fifty Shades Fucked Up On A Stick will return soon.
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So, I lost a friend today.

Before you start getting all 'Oh my God you need to warn for death!', I don't mean that my friend died. I mean that I was forced to ditch her due to an irredeemable clash of opinions.

By which I mean, she's transphobic. And I am not happy. 


Cut for discussion of transphobia. )
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In recent news:

1. My sister and I are having an almost-relationship again.
2. University's been pretty good (apart from the timetable, which is a bitch).
3. I haven't yet had any screaming matches in ethics, but we're doing abortion at some point, so I'll wait.
4. I've recently got into the That Guy With The Glasses fandom (by which I mean I'm actually writing fic instead of just prompting it on the kink meme) and I joined the Treehouse. This is going to be fun.
5. I am kitten, hear me roar.
6. There is no number six.
7. Harry Harrison died. May he forever rest in peace, and may he pull off continual unhindered capers of such magnitude that we can only dream of.
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First sunny day in weeks and one of the first things I find out is that one of the cats down the street died. I really fucking liked him. RIP Tybalt.
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Don Ritchie is dead. Sydney's guardian angel, the man who, along with his wife Moya, prevented hundreds of people from committing suicide, has finally died. Rest in peace, Don. You were a miracle in human form.
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So, I got a message a few hours ago from someone I never thought I'd talk to again. One of my old RP friends is putting the band back together on a new site.

I need a fucking drink.

I'm a girl who likes to leave the past behind. If I drop it, it's because I don't want to carry it any more. And if I drop it, I'm probably not going to pick it up again. 

The past's come back to haunt me, and now I don't know what to do.

I may be overstating what seems like a minor problem, but... yeah, this is major in my eyes.
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And now DML's left, too. This is turning into the Asylum all over again. I need a reason to stay, or I'm out.

*sigh*

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I'm thinking of leaving the PPC.
Cut for length and meaningless bitching. )
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I just realised something. I want to be special.

Despite everything I've read, everything that points out the perils of being special, like crazed fans, no privacy, people wanting to kill you and steal your MacGuffin, I still want to be special.

Maybe it's because I'm such a recluse. Maybe it's because I've been constantly outshone since I was a kid. Maybe it's because I'm not especially wacky. Maybe it's because I've never been that popular.

I want to be special. And more than that, I want to be loved. Despite my fear of intimacy, I want someone who'll tell me how much I mean to them and how much they love me.

God, this is depressing.

Plus, I think I have anemia.

Oh, and Shiv-R's new album is fucking amazing.
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I'm starting to hate him. I'm overly irrational- fuck, I even like my sister now- and his whining is starting to make me pissed. He probably did have a valid complaint, but I bitched at him anyway.

What's wrong with me?

And why isn't 'upset' a choice for moods?
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Every goddamn time he mentions her, it hurts. I know what she told me, I know she's probably right, but still. It hurts. Which is why I'm sitting her trying to analyse poetry and listen to Imogen Heap at the same time.
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She's his girlfriend now. That actually hurts.
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I have come to the conclusion that my parents would have been much better parents if they'd actually explained things to me. I would have been a lot less fucked up.



*sigh* I love them more than anything, but they're not the best parents.
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You know what sucks more than being in a love triangle? Giving the guy you like advice on how to tell the girl he loves that he loves her.



Fuck it.
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 The situation: there's a guy I know online. I like him. A lot. He's just so... cute, and funny, and nice. And there's a girl he's madly in love with. She's his best friend.

God fucking damn it. Why is it that the first guy I actually have romantic inclinations toward is someone who lives on another continent and who I've never met?
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 My power cord is broken as fuck, it's raining, my dad's still sick and Phobos told me Agent Ally's a bomb waiting to go off. He was right, I completely admit that, and she was about to turn into a Jerk Sue, but finding out that you're even more of an idiot than you thought hurts.
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 I got into a fight with my sister last night over ice cubes. No, it wasn't a 'I want them, give them back!' kind of argument. It was a 'You're a stupid bitch and if you try to order me around again, I'll break your fucking nose' argument. It didn't end well. But that's because she's a fuckwit.

I think I'll go watch Flying High.
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