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Had a meeting for a potential photo shoot today and it was going well until they told me they'd like me to lose fifteen pounds. I told them that I prefer not being able to count my ribs and if they want someone who looks like they haven't eaten in weeks then they'd have to find someone else. I refuse to promote an unhealthy look.

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I ask you, where exactly did they expect me to lose fifteen pounds?

Goodbye, 2013. Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. When's Billy Joel gonna write a sequel song, huh? I reckon enough shit has happened to fill a song or two.

How do you know when it's a date or when it's just friends hanging out?

Awww, I wanna go see Britney.

So I'm sitting in a plane, waiting at a gate. You know how it is when the flight lands and everyone pops up out of their seats like the plane is on fire and they need to jump off of it before they die? And they clog up the aisles run people over trying to get their crap out of the overhead bins.

Like they're monkeys.

I figured - hey, might as well surf the net on my phone while I wait for these assholes to 'Exit the plane in an orderly fashion'. This is the network my phone decided to connect me to. So hi, everyone.

Also - and maybe more importantly - Dad, how are you? You might want to head to the airport.

Those of you who know me, know that I severely dislike this time of the year; however, in attempt to be a more sociable and in lieu of a long overdue housewarming, I will be hosting a New Year's Eve party. Consider this an open invitation to my family, friends, and roller derby teammates and others lost on this our Island of Misfit Toys, whom have no place better to spend the countdown to midnight.

Party begins at 9 o'clock in the evening. You may bring a food stuff or liquor (Note: Those of you who are underage will not be imbibing alcohol that evening under threat of having activated charcoal pumped down your throat and into your stomach). Do dress for the occasion and should you have dog allergies or a dog-based phobia-- better luck next year.

Please RSVP below so I can have an accurate headcount.


[This intention for this open invitation party is for characters, both old and new, who might not normally meet to encounter and make connections. It does not matter if your muse knows Hela, she's feeling welcoming this night.]

Owwww. My nana's visiting for the new year along with my parents, and she made me do Taijiquan with her. You think it's just old people waving their arms around, right? So did I.

My calves and ass hurt so bad. She kept laughing at me when I whined, which I guess I was asking for, but still. I should probably take it up.

All I got for Christmas was books, and I'm thrilled. I'd be more thrilled if I could get my friends to use reusable wrapping methods, but maybe next year. (There's so many cute kinds, "they're ugly" is not an excuse.)

So I'm sorry if you don't see me for a while, I'm reading about Aussie farming history and some of its problems now.

So, the snow's going to go away, right? I thought half the draw of this place was the bloody good weather.

I've been keeping to myself the last few weeks I've been here, but I've grown sort of fond of this place. I am, however, still getting used to American culture, so now it seems a good time to venture into it.

One question, though. This place - it's not really known for snow, is it? Do such anomalies happen often?