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July 9th, 2012

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Oi! Now I know why Merida never wanted to wear those silly little outfits her mother put her in. The velvet and stuff is kinda pretty but they're so warm. Specially when you've got kids practically climbing all over you like little monkey... child... things.

I still can't believe I'm the Scottish Disney princess. I even get a prop bow. How cool is that?
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This network is interesting.

Simply not interesting for the reasons the rest of you lot probably find interesting.

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[ Locked to the filter 'Those Who Are Dreaming of and/or Obtaining Superpowers ]

Hi. I'm Tony.

Listen, I'm hearing a lot of chatter. Shit is getting exceptionally real these days. Dreams are out of control, people are finding themselves able to do all kinds of stupid stuff that if you'd asked any of us six months ago was possible we would have laughed.

The times, they are a changing.

So I had an idea in between of all the sex I'm having. Most of our dreams are full of conflict. Death. Bad juju.

If you're comfortable talking about it, maybe not here but somewhere, I'd like to start trying to figuring out the connections. If we, this select few, are all turning into Superheroes than maybe someone else is turning into a Supervillian.

[ Locked to Bruce, Steve and Thor ]

Hey. Need to talk to you guys all private like. Soon.

[ Locked to Pepper ]

Hey. I'm trying to contact some of these other people who are dreaming the same stuff I am. Steve is for sure, and there may be others. I just wanted you to know.

Love you.

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You would be surprised how comfortable a pile of tutus is to sleep on.

Ballet is not a fun sport when you are ill. It takes one pirouette to turn your stomach and two to send you running and by the third it really is unbearable. Still we are expected to be here regardless and to do those pirouettes and do them perfectly. Hence the tutu bed until I can crawl into my bed at home.

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I like my job. No, I love my job. I'm proud of what I do. I actually get paid to have fun.

So the next person who tells me how I can still turn my life around, that I can do something productive with my life... well, they'll probably just get me laughing in their face.

I am a stripper. And I love it.