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Have those homicides been solved yet? I'm hoping they get around to that sooner, rather than later. Apparently being a creepy old man who lives in a creepy old house means that I'm a vampire. Or at least the sort who drains people of their blood.

Washing spray paint off my windows and untangling toilet paper from my trees is getting very old, very fast.

Apparently hitting people with your car is more common than I thought.

Does anyone know of a good body shop in the area that deals with foreign antiques?

Seriously. The OC Hates me. HATES ME.

Lina, Laura, Kitty, Logan, Raven D.

So, after Lobster I went out on the bike.

Let's just say the bike's trashed and so am I. Who knew broken legs took forever to fucking heal. My ribs are better, it's kind of nice because sitting up was a bitch for a bit. Although I guess I'm losing that power because it's taking forever for the leg to fix itself. Not fair. I feel like it's gone all spotty on me. Works for a bit then takes longer.

Also guess who hit me? Just GUESS! This is becoming a habit I'd like to avoid.

seriously. I'm not leaving the house again this month. I had my bike brought back to the house and I'll just mourn over it for awhile. I might be able to fix it. But this makes for a very depressed Rogue.

Lina Only
but he made the quiches, and made me a steak to eat and tucked me into the bed on the couch he'd made up... I'm so confused I'm confused right now, Lina. He was nice

First filter + All those who live full time or part time at Lina/Rogue's place

That said, food for the next few days is done - I'm going to just sleep I think - there's quiches in the fridge, pork loins in a covered dish there too for dinner and sandwiches made for lunches. This is probably the only time I'll ever say have a free for all in the kitchen if you need anything else. Just don't break my kitchen.

Ever have one of those dreams that feel far too real to just be a figment of your imagination? I must be more stressed out than I thought. That felt too real. Is this something that happens here a lot? I mean this whole place is a little weird feeling.

Dream time again, only this time I was left more confused than ever. First things first dream me is good at archery, like really handy with a bow and arrow. I have never picked one up in my life so I doubt I'm actually good at it. But that's awesome I think.

Second, my aunt Kate has started showing up in them which is awesome again. But she and my dad are acting really strange. And she told me to look up “La Bête du Gévaudan” so it looks like I'll be doing so research on that. In my dreams and in real life.

Now to the minor details, some of the people here I've noticed in my dreams. And I think something weird is going on in this town my dream self lives in. Everyone is acting strange, there have been animal attacks and a mountain lion showed up at school. That's just weird. Plus my dream self is completely obsessed with this guy, and that's just getting awkward now.

Anyways, back to reality. Anyone want to go rock climbing this weekend? I need to let off some steam.

I had to take a business trip back up to wine country and ended up bringing back...well, I would say more wine than I can drink, but that's not entirely true.

More wine than is socially acceptable for one girl to drink?

Anyone else occasionally finding themselves with this problem or is it just me?

I really like my dreams, at least most of the time. Even the prepare for trouble rhyme is great. I miss Jessie. She isn't here to tell, so I will call her later.

Anyway, a lot of my dreams seen to center on different types of Pokemon. Like the last set were at sea, so we saw a lot of water Pokemon. Tentacool and Tentacruel were upset that people were destroying their environment, which is kind of relevant anyway. I still have blue hair. I'm not sure that will change. I also tend to cross dress when I'm in costume. That has never been my thing, just saying.

I mentioned before having a house party for the end of summer, and since most of my stuff is in boxes ready to move, and Elsa and I have been slowly sorting through my parents' things, too... the place is about as clean and empty as it will ever be.

So, please RSVP to let me know you're coming, and I'll get the catering service out to make this a fantastic party. We'll be drinking out of Red Solo Cups, too, so it'll fulfill other requirements.

I need to stop moping about and have some fun
It's time to get back on the horse?
I don't want to feel rotten inside anymore
I'm tired of being sad

Come and distract me from my moping. Bring ice cream and/or donuts.

The summer is almost over, which means I have to get back college and work. I've enjoyed the fact that my father gave me the time off, and is helping us pay for a new condo for our growing family, but it will feel nice to go back to providing for that family.

[Bella]

How are you and littlest babe?

Anyone else ever just need chocolate and caramel? That's how I'm feeling tonight.

( [Public, lj-cut to save f-lists] )

I have to ask..

Is anyone else.. not having weird dreams?

Or am I the one who's the strange one here?

[Filtered to medical sorts]
I'm aware there are a few of you on this network, I was wondering if any of you were psychologists?

[Filtered to Aramis and Porthos]
The food has basically been a godsend fyi. Thanks for that again. Neither of us have really felt up to going out the last couple days.

[Added filter to Remy]
..How about that drink?

[Athos]
Think I might try to talk to someone about this insomnia thing.

Has anyone else had dreams about talking animals? And I do mean the dreams. Not simply a dream where animals spoke. In the dream I had last night, after we hid in that wardrobe, we found ourselves in another land called Narnia, which meant that Lucy hadn't been making it up. I reprimanded Peter for making us think Lucy was crazy then she brought us to the house of a fawn she had met before, but he wasn't there. In fact, he'd been arrested by The White Witch. After that, we met a beaver. Yes, a beaver who spoke. His name, as you may have guessed, was Mr. Beaver.

I woke up to Aslan sitting on my chest, looking at me and I half expected him to talk. Then I realized how crazy this all is. Honestly, talking animals?