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You'll never believe it. I got to use some of my self defense knowledge tonight walking from the corner grocer to my apartment. Some guy tried to... I don't know what he was going for. My purse, I guess. He wasn't armed, thankfully. I did drop my phone, though, and the screen shattered so there's that.

There are some really shitty tippers in Orange County. Not just at the diner, but at the salon. Seriously. People are cheap. It's enough to make me want to go back to a less legit line of work.

Hi everyone, I'm R and I'm drunk. English is too hard, it makes no sense and is a stupid language. And people bitch about the subjunctive and irregular verbs. You fuckers know nothing, good fucking god. All of your verbs are irregular and they make no sense. This is what you get from stealing from the Germans.

This has just been bothering me and I've lost the sense not to babble about myself. Last night I dreamed I was in Paris. Only it was different, in the past or something. But I was pretty much the same, just wearing a tie and taking even fewer showers than I do now. But I met some people through my friends Joly and Bossuet, a student group with a stupid shitty pun for a name. I like a good pun and all but seriously.

They're fun. I like them. They've become my friends. Most of them have, anyway, but their leader Enjolras, he hates me. And you guys don't understand, he's so pretty. Top three most beautiful people I've ever seen. Legs that don't end and an ass that don't quit and a voice like the angels breathing wrath upon the sinful. And holy fuck am I a sinner. I will gladly prostrate myself before him in hopes of getting a single burning touch, a lick of flame to tell me to turn away, that I am not worthy. And I'm not. I don't deserve to look at him.

I've never been good at acknowledging what I do and don't deserve, though. All I do is annoy him but a few moments of disdain are worth all the pleasure that I've ever known otherwise. I'm a little disgusted with myself. What else is new.

Oh dear, now we're stepping into the oversharing part of the drunkenness. I'll take my leave. If no one hears from me in two days the hangover finally killed me and you're all free of me. Congratulations.

Y'know, the one good thing about a second set of dreams is kind of knowing what to expect. I expected a baby-faced demonlord to kidnap my best friend to use against me, and I expected him to make us fight while Gourry was consumed by demonic armor. Typical repeat stuff.

But I don't think Hellmaster expected Gourry to put a literal hole in me with the Sword of Light under the armor's thrall, and I don't think he expected Gourry to break free from its influence and turn the sword onto himself. The last seconds of being alive, i saw my best friend stab himself. Definitely not how it went the first time around. Seriously, what? Ow on all fronts.

Lucky me, though - the Lord of Nightmares brought me back from death unprompted, just in time for my second rodeo with Hellmaster. It all went down the same way, where he wanted me to cast the Giga Slave so he can mess up the casting and make the world go boom. A pact with the Lord of Nightmares was made, an exchange of a life for a life. In the end Gourry traded the Sword of Light to her to get me back. All's well that end's well, but funny how this all comes around almost the exact day I got sucked into the void. No one's crap is disappearing a second time in an apocalyptic storm, don't worry.

On a happier note, our baby is two months old this very day. I'm going to enjoy the last stretch of maternity leave with my little stinker before it's back to the desk, picking apart magical bits and bobs and wearing clothes that don't have throw up on them.

I'm stuck. As a blonde. There are way too many things wrong with this. Magic hasn't worked. Glamour. Hair dye. No. I'm now blonde. As if this month hadn't been bad enough to begin with

Dreams can be so utterly fascinating. Anyone around up for sparring? I think I need to work out some aggression before work this week.

..... I have a suit..... What the fuck...

I think I'm going to give the whole online dating thing a rest for the time being.

There is someone I met, and I really need to officially ask him out.

He's just perfect.

So, date ideas?

Gotta say, these items from my dreams are pretty wicked. Just woke up to an inter-dimensional transporting watch type device. remember it from my earlier dreams.