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Please someone tell me I'm not the only one who forgot to get their flu shot before now? I was able to get an appointment at my doctor's office for tomorrow, before classes thankfully, so it'll be taken care of but I think I need to figure out a better way of keeping track of it then 'oh I'll wait until the doctor's office sends me a message to remind me I'm late for it'

Are stores in more of a hurry to start pushing Christmas at us than normal, or is that just me? I went to see if they had anything good still left on Clearance from Halloween (no, I'm not hoarding costume pieces despite being able to disguise myself as anything I want. What are you talking about?), and the whole section was already Santa and reindeer. I asked someone that worked there if they had just moved what was left, and apparently they donated it all yesterday? It's only been a week...

Today is the most glorious day of the week.

Payday which means I get to buy food that I didn't serve.

A question to the internet: what's your go-to comfort food when you want to splurge? The more ridiculous the better.

I can't wait for a NY style pizza, dripping with grease, and an entire 2L of Diet Coke because yeah I can. I'm an adult.

Oh and we can't forget the fudgesicles for dessert.


Hey roomie -- tonight is going to delicious.

So I went out last night, in desperate need of chocolate and midol, and didn't bother with a bra because it was like, 3 am.

This lady looked so offended and whispered to me 'did you know we can see your nipples?'

My response?

'First of all stop being ungrateful'

The look on her face was almost as good as the chocolate.

I wish I could say I feel more like myself, but my dreams have... kind of moved into a world dynamic and I don't really know how I feel about it. My home was destroyed, the city I built for myself and my people...

And in the process I've apparently gone from blonde to quite literally platinum. Except for a blonde witch's lock.

Which is a stupid thing to be concerned about all told...

You know your dating life is going bad when the kids try to set you up with their tutor.

Actually I'm pretty sure they were trying to punish me for something, or are just really bored.

TW: Discussions about massive loss of life are in the comments

Welp, my friend obliterated my entire ... like everything. Running around in Logan's spare wifebeater and a pair of jeans that maybe go down to my knees. I feel like Oliver Twist right now. She got my wallet, too, so THAT's been fun.

And my luck isn't even *gone anywhere* right now. This is my luck actually *working*, since me and Guinness are fine.

But Jesus, this sucks. Gotta find a new place, gotta replace all my clothes. At least my weapon arsenal was in another building.

[Private to Jaina]
When you come down from whatever the hell this was long enough to breathe, we need to talk.

I accidentally turned a bottle of top shelf vodka into mixed berry juice because I'm apparently experiencing a fruit deficiency and this is worse than the yellow eyes.

Welp, my card carrying mutie privileges were stolen away from me and this week has been a *nightmare* so far.

I've tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and landed on my knees - heeey, I can FEEL my knees again but man I wish I couldn't right about now. Spilled a coffee down my favorite shirt, missed every single light on a street when I was late for something, stepped in my cat's puke (Thanks, Guinness, really), and got a fucking paper cut trying to open up my mail.

I'm pretty done with being a normal person if this is the kind of shit everyone's luck pulls on them regularly. Sure, when my luck messed things up it did it on an epic scale that usually involved someone getting shot, but you know. This is torture. I hope whoever nicked my powers is having a good time with them.

Half price drinks over at the Inferno Club (which we're gonna be renaming soon, more on that some other time). Come try a pumpkin spice martini, you won't regret it. Probably, anyway.

I realise I'm going to hell for this and probably a million other things (do you think Jesus cares about grand theft donut if you do your time?) but-

There's a dunkin I'm NOT banned from near the place I'm doing my community service and ... I fell down the damned pumpkin cinnamon rabbit hole. FUCK this stuff is good. It isn't at all like drinking a pumpkin pie and now I'm gonna have to buy at least three more before I go home.

Man, this chick who ran my bar while I was in prison handled it all so well I think I might retire from the business and just sell her the place.

And yeah, I did just say prison. Behold, the infamous dunkin donuts truck stealer. I did that shit while I was still in a wheelchair. You guys have to at least semi respect those skills, right?

Hey Pidge, I promise I don't steal anymore so please don't ban me from yours.

I just stubbed my toe and it was the most fantastic pain I've felt in my *entire life*.

I've taken an apprentice in my dreams. A gnome named Kinndy Sparkshine. She's talented, but I wonder if I'll at all be a good mentor for her.

Meanwhile, I'm still trying to keep the Horde and Alliance from each other's throats. Can't they see there's too many threats out there for us to fight each other too?

I tried to get Thrall -- Go'el, he goes by Go'el now I keep forgetting -- to do something about the aggression of the Orc he chose to replace himself with as Warchief. I understand he has important duties in healing the planet from Deathwing's damage and yet...

Between Garrosh as Warchief and King Varian Wrynn, I think war may be inevitable.

No. Absolutely not. I refuse to spend anymore time than absolutely necessary with the Rock of Ages choreographer. I signed on to play Sherrie in the show not to have someone trying to grope me while "correcting my position for the move." I get that it's easier to do it by moving me physically but if my hips aren't right - there is absolutely no reason for your hands to be on my boobs. And there is never a reason for you to be practically cupping them.

And now I'm supposed to agree to "private sessions" to get the number that Sherrie does at the club perfect? No that's not happening. In fact if I can find a way to - I'll find someone else to help me get more relaxed and less wooden when dancing on a pole. And if I can't find anyone else? I'll bribe someone to come to the sessions with me if I have to. Even if they're just going to be sitting off to the side watching.

His name is Chicken

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Looks like I am now the owner of a donut shop thanks to Tony Stark having more money than he knows what to do with clearly. I wasn't sure it was legal for me to won a business when I'm not 18 but apparently it is. Which doesn't make any sense. I can't vote or buy a car on my own but I can be given a business.

[Laurence]
You know how to run things right? Because I am in over my head.

Okay what the hell are these things?? Wierdest, loudest damn creatures I ever seen. And I thought Rocket was bad.

First there were a bunch in the yard that Kraglin chased off and then I get to my ship and they're freakin' everywhere! They're makin' nests IN my ship!

I JUST FINISHED PUTTIN' HER TOGETHER.

So last year for Easter I had to blow up my bar, it was that filled with live peeps. They'd just overrun the entire place, it was actually kind of terrifying.

This year? We get a dragon. I'm not really sure which one I'd have preferred at this point. At least the dragon didn't ruin my bar, but I guess it ruined half of everywhere else, so.

I interrogated one of the doomsayers, somewhere in the middle of all his rambling I realized what he was.

There's a cult in my dreams called the Twilight's Hammer.

The cult I know is apocalyptic, loyal to the Dragon Aspect of Death and Lovecraftian beings called Old Gods.

So we're either going to get a gigantic fiery dragon intent on unmaking the world or a Cthulhu.

You're welcome Orange County, I'm going to go get drunk now.

Science!

These dreams really know how to make me feel completely unnecessary.


[Barry]
Are you busy tonight?

I'm tipsy at a Denny's, first person to respond I'll buy you a home run and a few rounds at the bar across the street

Thank you unnamed janitor at the university. I wasn’t even thinking that the pool of water outside of the bathroom in the drama department was urine until you made a point of saying that it wasn’t. Now all I can think is thank God I wore boots today because I had to walk through it in order to get to my professor's’ office. And wondering where I can take these to get them cleaned just in case the janitor was wrong.

Well I think I just disproved my own theory that if I stayed busy enough I wouldn’t have any dreams this semester at school. I finally found out what the key in my dreams opens up! There was a little curtain off to one side of the hall, and inside is this little tiny door- maybe a foot tall- and the key fits it! I open it up and there’s this really beautiful garden on the other side and I lay there looking at it for a while, wishing that I could get in there but my head won’t even fit through the door.

I finally quit laying on the floor, wishing, and go back to the table I found the key on and now there’s a bottle that has a label that says Drink Me on it! I know it wasn’t there when I first got the key, but it is now and it’s not labeled poison, so I drink it and it tastes pretty good. And after a minute makes me shrink down to the right size to fit through the door but just my dreamluck - I locked the door when I went back to the table and left the key on top of it, and can’t reach it anymore. And no matter how many times I try to climb that table I keep slipping back down to the floor and I finally just give up and start to cry.

And that’s when I woke up here. And found that same bottle on my pillow next to me. A part of me really wants to take a sip and see if it will make me shrink here like it did in the drams but the rest of me is saying “Don’t be stupid Alice. You have no way of reversing the shrinking and can’t take care of Kurt if you’re only ten inches tall! And you definitely can’t go to classes or auditions if you can’t be seen!”

A while back I got shot, and that really sucked. It put me in a wheelchair, and that really sucked, too. I've made pretty long strides since then, even gotten some feeling back, but this whole time my therapist kept telling me I should get some kind of animal companion.

Guess they make your mental health a less sketchy place. So Rose and I finally went out and got me a kitten. They're pretty low maintenance, you know, while still being generally warm and fuzzy. Better than fish, I guess. Hopefully I keep this thing alive.

Funny thing though, Logan. I'm gonna have to name this cat after you. Because look at this:

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Beer isn't good for kitties, little guy.

Getting real tired of nightmares and people betraying us. You'd think we'd learn to not let others get that far. How the hell did this happen twice? Why does this keep being a thing. A friend, someone I cared about wants to destroy us. Again.

I knew there was a reason I liked Tequila.

You wanna know what regret looks like?

Equal parts 151, Maker's Mark, and Patron. All in a big party in a shot glass. Though for me, I'm going for a bigger glass. Twice the regret that way, right?

...Just watched a lady standing on a rooftop fireball a whole street of zombies

It was ... hot.

I really, really need to stop reading Tinder profiles at 3am. They are funny, but I was damn close to clicking contact. That is just awkward, and probably something I don't really need anyway. What else is there to do when I can't sleep. I don't need cooking ware, or cheap ass jewelry.

I don't even know.

Found one of my employees at the bar skimmin' out of the cash register.

Turns out he's been havin' problems at home. Suspended him for the week and told him next time to come an' talk to me.

Just when we thought we got rid of the face that betrayed us, he has another Earth-2 counterpart. So now I get to look at the face of the man responsible for my nightmares and killing me again but can't do anything about it. We apparently have to work with him because he knows something about Zoom that we don't.

Every night now it seems like I'm getting dreams. Now there's a new meta in town from another Earth calling herself Dr. Light. Our other baddie Zoom is forcing her to create havoc on our Earth because of the breach between our worlds. Got a bad feeling this is going to be a trend.

So much for wishes coming true this year, I guess. Fuck you, Orange County. And Fuck Santa, too.

Well I ain't lookin' at Frosty the Snowman the same way again thanks to this nonsense.

My neighbors already have their Christmas lights up.

Would it be epic or obnoxious to put up a giant inflatable Menorah this year?

Fuck these dreams. They can go to hell.

Ain't right for someone to dream about dyin', much less in front of the only family you had.

Welp. Gonna need a new Roomba. Mine's got a knife in it, but it seriously had that shit coming. I thought Chickens were terrifying and it was probably one of the few things in life that actually scared the hell out of me, but now we can add 'my automatic carpet cleaner coming to life and trying to kill me' to the list.

It twitched for a bit after I knifed it so I emptied a magazine into it just to be safe. I'm kind of surprised my neighbors didn't call the cops over that one.

Anyway it's been dead for a few days and my microwave finally stopped getting stuck at odd seconds, so I guess this new brand of crazy is over?

My coffee maker is on the fritz. Churned out some kind of sludge, and then I swear to god it beeped angrily at me.

I don't even know if I'm just daydreaming this or what because to be honest most days I am completely losing track of time and space, let alone my life.

But I am pretty sure that I just actually wiggled my big toe. Like... I'm pretty sure it really did move.

I was in Autozone picking up some parts for a job and I literally had a man try to explain spark plugs to me.

For those of you not car savvy, that's a bit like explaining what a keyboard is to a computer geek.

I'm just... and he wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise, I was about ready to hit him!

Another dream, another chance to save the world! A new adventure with the new Doctor didn't disappoint.

Maybe this'll work out.

( Doctor )

( Neena )

I think I need a less shitty bigger place. Maybe a house again.

Kinda miss havin' a yard.

Go to sleep and every damn night for a week it's that same weird alien dream. Get shot - thanks for that, dreams, really needed a reminder - die, wake up in the morgue fully healed and ready to party. And then there's Junior, the new alien symbiote spine implant.

For the first 30 seconds I wake up I actually still feel like my legs can move at any second. It's like they're really functioning. And then? Nope. Just me, staring down at my big toe and telling myself to wiggle it. Is that a tv trope or does that shit even really work?

I don't know if I'm supposed to drink on this medication and I don't care.

Some kid tried to follow me and I nearly shot him. Guess I'm a little jumpy.

I think I’m going to have to sell my car so I can get one with more cargo space. Even if it is weird to me to think of my and Kurt’s things as cargo. I still love my car but there’s just not enough room for me to to put his bag and my bags in it so that I can get them out easily on days when he’s at the campus daycare instead of his dad’s and after classes I have a training session and a photoshoot or an audition - because yes I will not show up to an audition in my school clothes.

I guess what I’m looking for here is recommendations. I want something reliable and safe, of course, and with lots of room for our things but isn’t too large for me to handle easily.

Okay look this place is kind of. There is something going on here. Alright?

People keep disappearing... and they're always trying to make me sleepy. They took my weapon away. I told them it was for in case the imps and undead came back but even though the curtains are still singed they keep saying there were never any imps here at all.

I don't care if I AM starting to get better, I need to get out of here. I swear either I'm going insane or this place already is.

Edited the next morning:
Well, that's a hell of a sedative/painkiller combo they dosed me with. Show's over, folks.

That said, I'm pretty well done with this place regardless of how fucking crazy I sounded last night.

I know these things, they're worse than orcs, they're the reason the orcs went all rampagy. They're called the Burning Legion and their goal is nothing less than the annihilation of all life in the universe.

They can be beat individually and as a group, but god help us if Kil'jaeden or another general arrives. I just... I just dreamed that a few days ago. It took three entire armies holding back the onslaught of demons and risen dead and an entire species giving up their immortality to stop him.

Be careful.

Figures they'd let me out of the hospital just in time for the heat wave. I'm almost glad they're shipping me off somewhere else soon enough.

Christ, getting shot is exhausting. Don't put that on your to do list.

No amount of black coffee can fix this.