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I've got to get out of this place. My "parents" and fake brother might think they can make me live here til I'm eighteen, but they have no right to make me die here too.

Cause let's face it, those inhaler things help a lot but we're still dying and it's time to go along with the program there. I'm not going to fight a stupid fight, I'll tell you that.

I'm getting out. I'm getting fucking out somehow, even if it's just to the edge of the property and I'm going as soon as somebody's not watching. They're quarantining, there's a lot going on and there's a window in the bathroom I'm small enough to climb through.

I might not be surviving any of this shit, but I'm sure as hell dying free. Anybody with me?

Lily and I have developed an inhaler that can help to relieve the difficulty breathing that comes along with the "Blue Flu." It will not cure the disease, it only helps to make it easier for those afflicted to breathe.

For the moment, one inhaler is being made available to anyone afflicted for a nominal fee. If you have trouble paying what my company is asking, comment below, and I will make sure you get the medicine you need at a price you can afford.

Well hello there, Valarnet!

I'm Vala, just moved here from Australia and looking for some fun. What do you guys do for giggles around here?

Also looking for a house, any recommendations for good neighbourhoods?

I am so bored lately. Does anyone need a personal shopper? It seems like my regulars aren't clamoring to request my skills as a personal stylist and shopper lately, because of that vile cold or flu thing I've heard about. I think over half the people in this apartment complex have it, already. I'm too pretty to die this young! And I can't die when I'm living in a cheap studio apartment in such a ugly neighborhood. They'll find my beautiful and fashionably attired body surrounded by cheap Ikea and Target home furnishings. Life is unfair! I could shriek at the horror of it all, simply thinking about it!

Or I could look at it as I'll never ever get a wrinkle and desperately require botox.

...

...

...wait, I can deal with that.

Does anyone want to give me their flu?

Well this is a bunch of balls.

If I die from this shit, then you guys can split my stuff. Oh and make sure my tombstone says how amazing I am, and how nice my rack was. You can donate that shit to science.

How intriguing! Before I'm lured away from my lab again, I would quickly like to say what a riveting little influenza virus this is. It is still at the early stages where I am giddily waiting to monitor it's progress after the preliminary stages of infection set in.

A sneeze can spread germs for around twelve to fifteen feet and sometimes even farther, if the air has less water vapor through humidity or it is a region that is naturally more arid. That is 40,000 droplets of fun expelled out of people's faces.

I know this much: This flu season will be rather unfortunate for the mouthbreathers of this world.

Well that was a thing.

[Private Lock]

Today I fucked up. Today I fucked up really badly, and I can't even start to make it right. This is the most catastrophic, most disgusting, most destructive thing that I have ever done. I thought the bomb would take it out, I thought the people had already been evacuated. I thought...

Thank God no one was killed. Thank God the injures weren't severe...

But there's nothing I can do that's ever going to make this really right. [/Private Lock]


Since I'm already back in San Francisco, I'll be staying here a couple days, check out some repairs on the house. Anyone who wants to stay is welcome.

I think I'm coming down with whatever everyone else is. Either that or it's the power of persuasion after reading about everyone else getting sick. I think I'm going to head to that drug store with the minute clinic.

I guess it was just a matter of time until I caught something, what with all the time I've spent in the ER lately. Pho to the rescue.

It is cold. Either I forgot to pay the gas bill again or I've gotten a fever. Which is always a possibility, but I don't feel hot. I don't know, maybe I am and I'm too far gone to notice it. Someone send help, I might be dying!

Does anyone want to commiserate in being cold with me? I don't even have 'Chetta to warm me up, life is tragic. And probably short, if I'm dying.

Mm. Everyone ought to celebrate the holidays on Catalina Island. Well, not everyone, because then there wouldn't be room for me. But turkey and all the trimmings, plus this view? I'd say that's a happy Christmas. I got invited by a mate and a good time was had by all.

How did everyone else's holidays go?

Ugh, modeling. I do it to pass the time, but it is ... not something I would ever choose for a profession. I think it's best suited to dogs - stand here, look that way, no, not that way! Hold your head just so, blah blah blah. Tedium.

I will study today.

I will. I swear it.

Studying is happening.

Right now. As we speak.

This is me. Studying.

In order to not be one of those sad middle-aged ladies who call their dog their baby and don't have a social life at all, I've turned to the Internet.

So, I'm Neena Thurman. I run the Den Sports Bar, I'm older than thirty, I have a dog, but he's not a baby, he's a dog. I'm not really great at talking about myself, but I do like to talk to people. This is really weird, so I will attempt to make this as Internet friendly as possible.

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A pez dispenser detonator that I thought was lost has turned up again. The holiday has taken a turn for the destructive better.

( Wishes do come true. )

...now what (or who) shall I blow up, first....

My manager said that it would be a good idea for me to get to know more people here. My name is Sadako, but most people call me Sada. If you speak Japanese, we can speak that, but I'm fluent in English. Please, assume I know what you're saying.

Let me be the first to say, I HATE cold and flu season. Mum's soup is brilliant but I have things to do, like shopping, instead of being all stuffed up and headache-ish. I also am going shopping tomorrow too. Maybe people will avoid the sneezing awesomeness that I am because they think I'm contagious and I will get done that much sooner.

Frustration, thy name is Harper.

How is it that a five month break could make me this hopeless? I'm hitting one bullseye out of twenty right now. ONE.

I'm glad I got it fixed and I have no complaints about the procedure I had done, but sometimes it's like the skill is never coming back.

Life's great, life's worth living and all of that, I'm not saying it's not. And I'm kind of lucky to be here, I guess considering the stunt I pulled and everything but...I still want to be good again. I want the work to pay off NOW instead of having to force myself to this beginner level practice shit. I was this close to making Royal Bowmaster last spring and now I'm not even at the little kid pathetic levels.

My life is great, but GOD. this sucks. This really really FUCKING sucks.

I'm pissed at life for making this retraining necessary. I'm pissed at ME for letting myself have the limits. I've got no idea right now, you know?

So valarnet? Working out your frustrations ideas when you can't just shoot something?

So. Sleep remedies. Let's talk about those. I'm not sure which is worse. Dreaming or insomnia.

Party for Oliver Queen's thirty sixth birthday tonight. Paintball, beer, hot dogs and burgers and vegan substitutes and hopefully convincing Ms. Jubilation Lee that she wants to wear cake for the birthday boy. Following the paintball will be a bonfire, elaborate medieval deserts including REAL gingerbread and hot cider and rum punch.

I'd say not to bring Ollie gifts because he always says he doesn't need things, just wants people to be there so...try that if you can?

Thanks Valarnet!

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-Barton

Thirteen days until the world ends and the so called apocalypse occurs. All the cool people are counting down to the end of days instead of Christmas. That being said I will not object to Christmas presents early, just in case.

Busy day full of classes and what do I find when I get home? A dead kitchen. There had better be a great explanation as to why it's looking in such a state. And I don't mean bowls and plates everywhere, actually I'd take that over this right now. I didn't even know things could melt like that.

This is going to take days to fix, I guess on the plus side I can shop for new appliances.

I guess it's time to introduce myself on this thing. The name's Selina Kyle and no, whatever you've read about me in the papers is not true. Or mostly not true. It's hard to keep up.

I'm not very good at making new friends and my therapist says an icebreaker gift can work wonders so I've sent out a gift basket to each of you according to your gender. You should have received it today. Try not to worry about how I got your addresses.

In search of:

+ A single, good looking dude who is:
1) SINGLE.
2) GOOD LOOKING.
3) 35 or younger, but not younger than 21.
4) You must not be creepy. At all. NO CREEPINESS.


Single, good looking, moderately aged dude that is not creepy should:
+ Want to go on a blind date with a hot, twenty something blonde lady, who is awesome and also who might be able to beat you up if you do turn out to be creepy.

INQUIRE WITHIN.

First week in a public High School, and it was a short week. But I learned some interesting things, mostly to do with teenage behavior. My Psychology degree is actually proving useful for once. I still think it is a pack dog mentality that rules the cliques.

The text books are all vastly out of date and many of the history lessons are lacking in context and heavily censored. I got into an argument with my history teacher on Wednesday over the lack of criticism of the side-effects of westward expansion.

And the science...the "science" they teach is a crime.

On a positive note, I made several friends, and Beth has shown me around.

I also am learning what words such as 'shiznet' mean.

Guess who "ruined Thanksgiving"?

My subtle act of sabotage worked wonders. I'm not sure why I'm not happier about it, really...

Well. This has been my day so far.

Back off, it's as exciting as I get.

You know, the worst thing in the world for an attorney, at least in this line of law, has to be turning away clients who need your help.

As much as it's paining me to have to come on here and make this clear to the vast internet community, consider this my official moratorium on offering my services for any alleged crimes committed this Halloween.

The only way that I can even use the insanity defense, which so many of you are probably about to argue for, is if I can determine that you weren't able to tell the difference between right and wrong. Now, psychologically, that may be true, a lot of you were clearly in a different mind-frame at the time, but there's no proving that given the evidence and witnesses at hand in a good sixty percent of the cases that have come up.

It isn't that you're wrong, it isn't that I don't believe you, it's not that I don't want to be the guy helping every single person here, it's that I can't prove it for all of you, and the lack of witnesses in most cases doesn't do a lot of good on that front either.

I'm not a quitter. I'm not dumping those of you I'm already working with on this for anything, but I won't be taking on new cases dealing with that specific incident for the immediate future. There's just not enough evidence, and my hands are more than full with something that's already proving to be really tricky while I'm trying to build those cases.

That said, I'm going to have to refer you to someone else I work with if you're bringing one of those in and we haven't already talked. I hate to do that, but it's a lot of cases, when combined with the other ones I'm working on, won't give me the right time to build your case or represent you properly.

My plate is full. It's overflowing. And I've never minded overflowing until it comes to this point where I have to turn some of you away. I know that there are other lawyers here who might advise you, or may have some open case time, but right now? It just can't be me, and I won't compromise you, or the clients I already have just to get more of them moving through. That isn't the guy I want to be, and it's not who I am, and I'm not going to start it now.

If you can stand me after that, then...Hi Valarnet. What do we do for fun here?

Um, hi? I guess? I'm new here - I've only lived in the area two months, so I thought this would be a good way to spend the time after work. I kind of miss mass transit now. I'd kill for there to be a tube system here.

I'm Alice.

Helloooooooooooo Valarnet!

I'm Aino Minako, and I'm here to help you all get the love you need! And if you take that wrong, I will hit you After all, I'm the ~Minako of Love~...

Bailed out tonight, and the judge and everyone involved seemed to think I could probably plead Reckless Endangerment and get out of a Assault With A Deadly Weapon under the circumstances. Apparently a lot of people have been dealing with this kind of thing so it might be something they can push for lesser on.

So, there's that.

My social group is probably extremely skewed and I need to spend more time with someone else's. Any takers?

Yay, getting in fights over boys. Yep. Gonna miss high school so fucking much. Whoever said they were the "best years of your life" was a lying asshole.

So I've managed to cook for my boyfriend twice now and he's still alive (and even enjoyed it I think), I've got a steady stream of jobs for the next month and, thanks to some amazing help, have found, Remus and I, Halloween costumes (if he likes them of course).

These are all good things, so why do I feel like impending doom is round the corner?

The worst part of hanging out with crazy people? You start to think like them. He's not gonna see this right now and it'll be covered up by the time I decide to post his bail, which I'm seriously waiting on right now, until he's, you know, stable, so I can say it here and not feel bad. What if Roy's actually right? What if, in some sick sick way all of this is actually playing out making me...a really horrible person both here AND there?

What do I remotely start to DO with fixing that when I've got a whole shit load of stuff to fix here first? How do I even...

I hate it that I'm not always the hero, Valarnet, you know? I've made a TON of mistakes for probably my entire life, and it's only hitting me now. You'd think I would have gotten this sometime BEFORE I was thirty, wouldn't you? I...might need to talk to somebody about this. On a professional level I mean.

It's too many mistakes, too much guilt and regret that I've let build up and it's not something I want to focus on when I can make it better instead...


...Apparently I'm going on Nancy Grace tonight regarding the whole Deleon thing. Since this is my last day on Earth, anything special I can do for any of you?

Seriously, what's wrong with people? I just saw on the news that some lady was arrested for gluing her child to the wall because he wouldn't sit still. It only reinforces my belief that some people shouldn't raise kids.

Though I have to say I'm kind of wondering what she used to successfully glue her child to the wall. That has to be some super glue.

Going on a short trip soon. Could use some reading ideas. Just finished up Camus, wouldn't mind something a little lighter stuff this time.

Anyone says 50 Shades and I will be displeased.

Guess who lost another job today? Oh. And my band broke up. Which also means I've been kicked out of my apartment.

Not that I'm going back to the anger management group, but I got Crip the guy I attacked's email, sent him an apology and a Starbucks card. I mean, when you think about, probably the least I could do considering he was bleeding when I got kicked out, right? He's the only one in this who gets an apology though. Well, I mean, unless somebody here was seriously offended by me, but that's starting to look really insincere, and I'm not buying you coffee. The shrink heading it up gets nothing though. Lots of cramping my style from her end, so I can't even feel bad about that.


Well.

I don't feel bad about it from her perspective anyway, let's put it that way. Hated her from the start, and I'm happy to move on, but I'm relatively pissed off about having to start the process all over again. The whole twenty questions routine with me having to come up with answers to all of the questions they inevitably ask, not even to be invasive or suggestive, but to try to READ into my brain and all. I'm already someone's damn science experiment, so I reaaally don't appreciate feeling like one of those again, you know? ( Read more... )


You try explaining all of that to someone new, when my last one really only knew that I was pissed about my arm and not being useful to Ollie ...people anymore. It's not exactly happy dancing unicorn thought inducing, and veers toward the ulcer category.

Anyway. I'm sorry I'm a ragey asshole, valarnet. That's the whole point of this, I guess.




...You try explaining all of that to a shrink...

I've been posting ads in the local newspapers and on the UCI website, but I figured this is as good a place as any. Actually, it's probably the best place to look for candidates considering people on this network seem to be so much more open about their dreams.

I'm looking for 5 to 10 human participants for a clinical trial I am putting together. The trial is regarding the dreams, so having them is a must. It involves spending nights at the my medical facility in UCI and answering questions. There is a fair amount of pay involved and it can be negotiated depending upon what the participant would be willing to do (I'm looking into doing some sleep deprivation trials as well, for example).

If you have these dreams and are interested in earning some extra cash for simply having them and letting me study observe you, then please let me know so we can discuss it further.

Thank you.

I really like the expressions on the llama's face in this online game. Anythin' that says "fight off annoying peoples, before they invade your happy bouncy palace" in the description's somethin' that I wanna play. Nothin' naughty that I've seen so far. Can probably play it at work, if you can get away with that sorta thing.

Thought I'd share. Enjoy! ;)

I had a dream. A dream the other night. I've been trying to reconcile what it means, and I just can't seem to come to the right conclusions to make myself comfortable with it.

I've never been more glad that I don't tend to use my Stark Phone. Even if the logistics of a glitch like this are somewhat fascinating.

Since I apparently complain a lot and people don't want to hear the truth, I figured I would share something comical; my phone, my accessory to murder.

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Remember they were designed by fellow human beings. That probably explains a lot more than it doesn't.

It's truly incredible what nature can come up with. Maybe our species' obsession with sci-fi all draws back to seeing something like these, once upon a time.

Does anybody want anything Mexican or Tequila or something Duty Free? Trip to Mexico tonight so I'll do pick up and pass out stuff later. If you want anything SPECIAL, PM me and we'll see what I can do. What ARE the transport laws again, anyway?

Also, my teacher is an asshole. Why am I paying people to boss me around again when I know more than he does about what my body's capable of? Annoying. Clearly I need to convince him. Somehow. Surviving Mexico in a wheelchair probably can show his overprotective ass a thing or two...

Good afternoon, Valarnet! It's a beautiful day to go to the park and have a picnic, I think. Of course, I just think it's beautiful outside, so that makes it a good day for anything! What are you guys up to on Sunday? Are you being lazy like me or are you doin' stuff?

Hey, uh, Valarnet? Could somebody here point me in the direction of a good AA group and also a decent trauma therapist? I've got a lot of issues that I need to start handling, but a good friend helped me realize that it's not wrong to get help if I need it and people here might actually get this kind of thing. So... Here's me admitting stuff.


I have a drinking problem. Because the dreams are giving me a lot of problems in daily life and affecting me really badly, to the point they've given me very real traumatic reactions even if I don't know for sure that they've even happened to me. And if I want to keep my job, and my life under control...I'm gonna need to control both.


I guess uh...here we go, right?

I know what you're thinking - "Navi, it's freakin' September, it's way too late to grow any veggies in my garden!". (Then again, it's probably way more likely you're not thinking that, and you probably want a sandwich or something. Either way!) But nay! Nay, I say, now is a great time to grow some yummy crunchy things! Lettuce and kale and swiss chard are all perfect to plant right now, and we've got all of them in stock at the nursery.

Great, now I want a sandwich. I'M SORRY IF I MADE YOU ALL HUNGRY.

When it comes to Man vs. Hammer, the hammer wins. Every time. Shocking isn't it?

I got a job at Disneyland! I can't believe it. It's so much closer to home and I'll be working for Portia who I love and is so much nicer than my old boss. Plus, Disneyland will never go under water. That would just be silly.