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Curious, what is everyone's least favorite Christmas song? Everyone has at least one. Mine is Last Christmas.

I'm starting to look like I have mange or something. Maybe it's time to just shave my head. I think I recall a certain Commander telling me she'd join me as a show of solidarity. Anyone else want to go bald with me?

I was talking to my mom earlier and she asked me if I was coming home for Thanksgiving. I hadn't actually thought about it until now. I mean, I miss my mom and everything, but I'd have to go all the way back to New York and Annabeth lives out here and I don't know if she wants me to come to her house for Thanksgiving or what. I don't even know if she's going home for Thanksgiving.

Hello. Is that how you start something like this? I am having a hard time--the letters are in the wrong order. Two nice strangers gave me this device. I'm not exactly sure why..

Creative Dreams will be having an open house November 4th. I do hope everyone will pop by and check out the place. Most of the rooms are finished, now, so that's nice. Although we still have a lot to do, it's looking amazing.

However, I have been told I've spent too long in my office and not enough time being a social human, so tell me, people of the network, do you have a favorite song and why?

Mine? Mine is "No Day But Today" from RENT, yes. I know it's a musical.

My new favorite food: Rocky Road ice cream with bacon bits.

If I never have to go around broadcasting my every thought in public, it will be too soon. I felt like I was 13 going on 30 or something. Thank goodness I have a very sympathetic boss.

So, what kind of things are the kids doing these days to keep themselves busy on long car trips and stuff? Lorna, don't say Crocheting, we both know I sucked at that the last time I tried.

I'm going to be stuck in a bed for a few weeks, and I just know I'm going to go insane if I don't keep my hands busy. I was thinking of buying a gameboy or one of those portable playstation things. I'm not much of a gamer outside of angry birds and candy crush, but I'm willing to try anything at this point.

Also, book recommendations?

I thought I felt a breeze today, which means I've dug out the warm sweaters and knit scarves.

I'm so very, very ready for it to be fall.

I've been slapped four times today because of a weird little damn balloon over my head. Apparently guys really do think about sex every forty-five seconds.

I'm brushing my teeth and in the mirror I can see actual sound effects. Like in those old Batman cartoons. Only instead of 'kapow' it's 'brush brush brush'.

And the only thing I can think is what new fuckery is this?

I can't remember why I thought college was a good idea. Homework is possibly the worst of all things.

I didn't think it was possible to feel this sick and still be alive.

In other news, my therapist picked a hell of a time to skip town. Time to hunt another one down, I guess. I've never really been the therapy type, but I'd have to be an idiot to turn away that kind of help in my current state.

OOC Note: Possible Triggers for Medical Stuff in the comments

I'd like to take a moment to invite everyone to a Red Widow viewing party at my parents house in Laguna Beach! The season premieres Monday night at 8pm on ABC and you're all invited! The party starts at 6pm and will last until midnight. There will be food and cocktails and a room for karaoke. There will be several screens showing Red Widow during it's premiere, so come on out if you'd like! RSVP for the address!

Okay, so how old on average do you have to be before you start putting "the" in front of things superfluously? "The Google", "The Gays", going to "The Target".

Just stop. Please.

Is it safe now? Is everyone back to being themselves? I think I saw some big dragons out there at some point! Dragons are so very... very... scary.

Gosh, Orange County sure is a crazy place to live sometimes. I know it was silly of me to move back here because of that, but... I missed the dreams about ponyville and everything too much. I feel like this is the only place I belong anymore.

I hope you all are doing better, anyway.

[Filtered to Kirk]
Mr. Kirk, are you... uhm. Still angry at me?

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OMG these dreams. I am so done with them! Done, do you hear me!? D O N E. That's how you spell the word, the word that I am using for these stupid dreams.

I can't even sing without people getting bored with me and falling asleep!!!!!!!

And I'm some fat round fluffy ... RRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH I don't care if Princy-poo from earlier thought that was interesting, I'm getting SO ANGRY about it. And worse, even worse, is the part where I don't even seem to be able to speak. All I say are things like "Jiggly" and "Puff".

PUUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFF

Oh. Hello?
Yes. Hello.

I was tipped off to this bit of the internet by a sort-of colleague. He said it would be quite interesting; I would meet quite interesting people.

I don't know why he repeated himself like that. But I am rather new to town, and would like to meet interesting people. So. Hello. I'm Carlos.

Beyond introductions, I was wondering if I might be directed to an affordable area of town? I've yet to find an apartment, despite some efforts.

I kind of miss going back to school time. I still get myself new pens and pencils and notebooks and this year, I got myself a freakin' steampunk iPhone dock. Yeah. That's a real thing, and the UPS person is going to bring it to me.

SO FRIGGIN' EXCITED.

It's almost enough to make me wish I could enroll in a Ph.D program!

Filming for Red Widow is going to start up again soon. I'm really excited about it, but I'm also kind of sad I'll be leaving the family house again. It was nice spending so much time with everyone. I should just be glad they decided to pick up the show for a second season even after Black Widow got taken off the air. Hopefully we'll have a couple more season left.

I thought maybe I should put together a trip to Disneyland before I have to leave. Who would be interested in something like that again?

What the hell is with me and guys named Peter? Rasputin, Wisdom, Parker....

I really liked the dreams where I became president a lot better than these.

So I see people, not changed people with unnatural body parts, and you know what that means. The Magic Mountain trip is calling.

Next Saturday, the 24th.

Who's up for this?

Nothing like dreaming that your father has set you up to be married, but none of them want to be married to you because you look like a man.

Nice one.

Anyone who spent the last week in someone else's body is welcome to come into Baxter Bakery and have a free cup of tea. Just mention Valarnet, and ask for Audrey.

I, for one, am glad to be back in my own body. Though, spending a week as my fiance was an eye opener.

God, it feels good to be back in my own skin.

Pete? Take the next couple days off of work. I'm not letting you out of the bedroom.

Oh, thank God for boobs.

Well I'm back to... being myself, I suppose. My niece teased me relentlessly that I looked like a member of a boy band. Westlife? It was something like that.

[Locked to Wally]
I assume things have gone back to normal for you, as well.

So I couldn't sleep last night and I was up watching HSN. It was TERRIFYING. These two overcaffinated ladies were trying to hock a coffeemaker, and I thought they were all hopped up on coke or something. I wasn't the only one to think so! Seriously, it's kind of scary. I can only imagine what their blood pressure is.

There's something to be said about milkshakes. This heat is almost unbearable and patrolling while out in the sun is even worse. I have a major ice cream headache.

It's my day off and I think I might spend the rest of it in the pool. Would anyone want to join me? Swimming alone is no fun.

I informed the congregation of this on Sunday, but I thought it might bare repeating. Regulus and I are trying for a child through a surrogate. Unfortunately baring a child myself is not something that God had in his plans for us, but we believe that we will be able to create a loving family through another. I am greatly blessed to have such a loving and understanding family to which I can lean on during this time.

So, let's say you like this girl a LOT and you want to get her an "I like you" present. But she's this super cool awesome crimefighter buttkicker who runs through walls. How do you get someone like that a present?

Any ideas?

I'm taking a vacation. GASP! I know. Quick best and worse places to vacation. Someone says Hotel Carter in NYC I'm going to strangle you. I just heard the worse review of the place on my satellite radio... You don't want to know.

That horrible. That horrible, awful, nasty. That cow. That complete cow. I just. I can't. I don't. I won't.

I went to see the doc today, 'bout my missing hand. He gave me some options....and they're all fuckin' expensive. Jesus, how the hell am I meant to afford some of these fake hands? Huh? So I gotta walk around with a stump, trying to get a job somewhere? Can't even claim it off my vet insurance, because this shit didn't happen in 'official combat'. I got nothing.

Thanks, Obama.

Sign number 192 you've played too much Animal Crossing:

A bug crawls across your perfect, pristine workspace, and instead of screaming or trying to capture it to release it outside into its natural habitat, I wondered how many bells it would bring in.

THIS IS NOT RIGHT.

Dear Old Ugly Man Who Tried To Pick Me Up At Lunch Today,

If you start telling me that you're a stock analyst, and then you don't know what I'm talking about when I ask you if you would risk buying a cyclical stock, I am going to laugh at you. And then I will enjoy when you storm out of the restaurant without your faux-Gucci wallet.

For those of you who don't know, a cyclical stock is a stock that's really sensitive to economic twists and turns. Definitely one of those things that if you actually work in the stock market, you'd know.

Some men get so pathetic when they're no longer young.

The more I dream, the more I find myself adoring my subjects. I couldn't ask for a kinder, fairer, more loyal set of ponies, and I'm honoured to be their Princess.

The Grand Galloping Gala was never fun until they attended.

Alright, at first I thought I drank too much. What the fuck are those things? It's really not my idea of a good time. Are we stuck in B movie hell. I almost expect pandemonium like in those old monster movies, right up until I saw one of those things kill people.

[Elena]
Where are you? You need to stay inside and stay safe.

This is just getting ridiculous.

It's a good thing these... creatures are so fragile. I never thought I'd be able to use a wheelchair as a weapon I'm half-tempted to just work from home until this passes.

I passed the test. I'm going to be a police officer. I start on Monday.

Thanks to everyone who helped me study or was just there for me in general. I appreciate it.

If you don't stop giving me shit about the purse I'm going to end you.

Well, no one told me it was 'bring your badass Asgardian sword to work day', but I'm glad I did, since it's apparently Tuesday and like any Tuesday that involves some crazy bullshit going on with one of my friends and strange creatures attacking the ranch.

Kind of humanoid looking, black with blue glowy... something. You know. Like a shadow ripped off someone's body and then ate a bunch of blue LED's.

They die pretty quickly, at least. If my morning is any indication of what today is going to be like, I think I might need more coffee.

With the Supermoon that we had this weekend, I am extremely glad that my Lycanthropy from my dreams has no bleed over. Obviously I have no idea if it would make a difference since it's also a full moon, but I can't help but think the transformation would be worse, considering the moon is closer to earth tonight.

Officially living in my car. Again.

Yes, again.

I've still got my phone, if you need to get a hold of me.

[Cassandra]

Thanks for the invite for living with you. I think maybe I should just try to figure it out on my own. I really appreciate the offer, but I have really bad luck with moving in with people. I'll let you know if I change my mind.

You know you've got to start looking at calendars and remembering what day it is more often when you realize you missed your own birthday by a week. Yikes.

And when I say you, I guess I really mean me.

When I got home last night from my boyfriend's apartment, I said goodnight to my father. When I awoke this morning, he was gone.

He had been ill for some time, and I had been expecting it. I have completed the necessary rituals like 末期の水, matsugo-no-mizu (moistening his lips with water) and closing our 仏壇, our shrine, against evil spirits. However, I now must contend with the logistics for helping distant relatives fly here from Japan and making sure all goes well with the authorities.

Therefore, I ask. (1) Would anyone happen to work at a hotel or know a good one where I might get a group rate? (2) I have not been able to find an answer - is an autopsy required? I would not want it. (3) I had other business - namely a real estate closing - which was to happen this week, and now it must be pushed back. Do I simply contact my lawyer?

I am sorry to trouble the network with such broad questions. I have studied funeral customs and how to properly handle Father's resting place; I have not studied mundane details.

( Private to Turin and Logan )

Awwww, I wish Ginger was talking. Now I don't want to be in new York.

Seagulls are not very good singers. But don't tell them that.

I thought this would be more like one of those scenes where the woodland creatures come and sing and help me sew a dress, or bake a pie, or work out existential angst.

I think I need some help cleaning my room after this

All right then, hello.

Name's Rory. Finally got one of these things, pleased to meet you.