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The last five minutes of the game. A tie, two yellow cards, then it's all lost with that goal.

We had this.

Mexico....I can't even.

Dios Mio.

Someone asked me today why if I was a Veteran [to be fair I do have a photo of me on the wall with my uniform on with a friend, but I lost that friend so its a memory], why am I working on cars, and that I looked healthy enough, why wasn't I still serving. Asshole is lucky I was halfway under a car, I couldn't throw a wrench at his head. Don't, just don't. Injury took me out. And I'm not going back to aggravate it. It's bad enough some days at the shop I wish I could just quit for the day because of the ache. Why are people so seriously insensitive?

With it being bridal season, I'm busier than ever at work. Should anyone need a part-time or full-time job in retail, please don't hesitate to let me know. I live above my shop, but most days you'd never know it as I seem to be sleeping in my office too often.

If you're a person who's been afflicted with different bits, let me know. I run a clothing store, and have lines for both men and women. I'll have someone run clothes over to you so you don't have to go out.

In about a week, Dani and I are going to be taking a long trip. When we get back we'll be settling in a new house in Vancouver. It's exciting, and a little terrifying, but the Ranch will be in good hands with Summers.

So I guess this'll be a goodbye.

I must admit that when I first signed on to this network, I thought I'd mistakenly joined some sort of new age dream interpretation site. You all do so enjoy rambling on about your dreams, don't you?

After a long conversation with a woman who still claims to be able to literally speak to animals, I now find myself curious as to what, exactly, is happening here. Have I suffered a psychotic break, or is this place actually experiencing some sort of unexplained phenomenon?

Perhaps that explains the extremely strange dream I had last night, because I know it wasn't the alcohol.

Does anyone get stuff from their dreams?

If anyone has need of me, I'm hopping the train down to San Diego to see my mom. It's just her and me, so Mother's Day is kind of a big deal in our family. I'll be back Tuesday.

It's difficult being a designer who does custom orders. Someone wants me to make their wedding dress, and all their ideas are ... well, a bit hideous. This woman wants to look like a cupcake made of tulle on her special day. Hoop skirts should not be in weddings. I wonder if there's a nice way to say "no, I will not make this because then people will know I made it and my reputation will be ruined". Probably not.

( Discussion of recent violent plot, PTSD related things )

My thoughts go out to those at Fort Hood. I can only hope this brings to the forefront the fact war can fuck you up, even if you refuse to admit it, and there needs to be more mental health care for our soldiers.

If I was the type to start programs, I'd start one for better mental health care, as I am not, I can only hope someone does. I am sick of seeing this happen to my fellow soldiers.

Shepard
I need to do something before I go kick the asses of some Military Generals who can't help their own people. I have been idle too long.

I am never going on a date again.

Well. Never expected to see a priest's suit show up in my closet of all places.

I can't sleep at night and when I do, I dream about strange places and my mother or people dying all around me--

Physical therapy. I thought I'd hate it but it's exactly what I needed. We work until I bleed and then we take a break, it's nice to have a therapist who pushes me that hard and isn't a pussy about it. At this rate I could have been back in the field by the summer, at least. All my friends are in the sandbox without me. They better not be getting themselves into trouble.

My sister's birthday is coming up. I think it's the first we've celebrated while I've actually been home. I don't know what to do about it. She seems a little old for slumber parties. Which is good, because I don't think I could handle a gaggle of girls in my house. Still... I should do something. We're a family again. I guess I'm open to ideas.

I suppose it's time to introduce myself. I'm Boromir, and I'm running as an Independent for the 46th congressional district. I hope this network will prove valuable in getting to know my constituents.

Well, I've been bothered by a few people to come on here. Apparently it's the best way to communicate with other citizens of Orange County. As though I can't just go down to a bar and meet people there. Doesn't anyone talk face to face anymore? Too much technology, I say.

Dear fellow military and ex-military personnel,

Pretty sure we can manage to get laid without needing these.. I promise, regular ones are fine.

Well, glad to see nothing's changed in this town. Volcanic ash?

I just flew back from somewhere classified, I got shot while I was there, and while I'm okay right now, I'm gonna run out of painkillers if I can't get out of the airport soonish.

The nurses let me bring in my own sheets, pillows, and blankets this time. I'm going to be a little sad when I can't play the 'cancer patient' card with medical staff anymore, you know? You walk in with a box of stuff and bat your eyes at them and they fold pretty easily. Next time I'm going to try bringing a mini fridge. I'll probably get away with it, Logan managed a cooler full of root beer last time.

Oh hey, Penelope? I feel like I stole your 3DS instead of just borrowing it. I should probably get my own at this rate, but it's keeping me company again. I hope you don't mind.

This time of year has never really been that great for me, all things considered. I find it kind of ironic that the year I have Cancer over Christmas is actually turning out to be the best one ever. I've got so much more to be thankful for.

Belle nervous is the cutest thing I have ever seen. I love her. I may be slightly drunk,

Waiting for ages at the airport has shown me that either I'm very good at keeping myself entertained or that I have a sick, dirty mind.

Anyway, here's a fun game! Fill in the blanks: I like my men the way I like my _____, _______ and _______.

Right now my favorite is: I like my men the way I like my books, well-read and bound in leather.

Ever do something and then realize something wonderful afterwards, that you hadn't realized you were going to realize?

I've returned my hair to it's natural blonde. I'll probably bust out the dye in a few months, but for now, the reactions from a certain someone were worth it.

I wish I had my bloody license! Can anyone teach me how to fuckin drive? Think you need one to buy a car.

This month is already gonna be a whole lot better, I can tell! No more grumpy face for me, I'll leave that stuff to the professionals, like Grumpy Cat or Obi-wan!

You know you're a grumpy jedi, Obi-wan. It's okay! You should get a sparkly latte with me and Padme sometime and learn how to smile and embrace the sparkles!

Anyway, I'm really lookin' forward to gettin' in shape and I've signed up for some of those accelerated learnin' classes! This is going to be so much fun! I really can't wait.

I'm homeless. God bless America, the medical bills for my hand ate up my savings and now I'm gone, baby, gone. Son of a bitch, they didn't even give me any real notice. Landlord said I was a 'problem tenant' and he was glad to be rid of me. I broke his nose.

Anybody got a couch I can crash on? I'm a shitty roommate but I'm drug-free.

How do you all put up with medical care in this country? I just took a look at the bill for my hospital trip, and it's ridiculous.

I'm through the worst part of quitting smoking, but I'm pretty tired of this oral fixation nonsense. I've destroyed a pen a day at work, gone through two packs of gum, and a bag of hard candy.

At least I stopped chewing my nails, but only because I painted them, and then I started chewing pens so I'm not sure I upgraded.

I feel like a goddamn failure.

Maybe I shouldn't because it was what needed to be done, but I should've fucking been able to stop it somehow.

If you need me, check the bar. If it's business hours, your best bet is Lux and no one gets to give me shit for actually conforming to that dress code.

I could never be a nurse. Between guarding Mrs. Summers and making the rounds of all the people I like in the hospital I'm exhausted every morning. Don't see how these ladies make a living of it. Especially the way Mrs. Summers some people act toward them. I mean, these poor people are just trying to do their job. It's not their fault anyone's here, but some people can get real bitchy for no reason.

I hope this is over soon. I'm not used to this much drama.

Judging from the amount of angst on here, I came home during one of Those Times, huh.

I don't know what the hell I just saw on TV, but let me say this: I'm military, and on behalf of every military man who has ever called his testicles his "clip"? I'm so sorry, ladies.

I've never used one of these forums before, so I'm rather new to this, I suppose...but I was told that I should socialize more since I tend to just stay in my apartment, most days.

I'm Piers Nivans, an Army veteran, with an interest in firearms, even if I can't really shoot well anymore. I'm 26 years old...live in the Seal Beach area...yeah, I don't know what else to say.

Booooored. Bored bored bored.

Who wants to go dancing? Your drinks are on me, promise.

So Purgatory. It's a thing.

Me taking the next few days off of work? Yeah, that's a thing related to Purgatory being a thing.

I feel like I just got back from the sandbox all over again. Swear to god if I have to quit my job over this crap in my head...

I don't think I was ever prepared to have this much blood on my hands and now I can't get it off. I get that I did what I had to do, but I don't want to know what I did to end up there in the first place.

The really screwed up part is that I know hell is coming. At some point whatever this thing I am when I sleep is, the one who ends up with hand prints branded on his arm and fights his way for a year in that place...he goes to hell.

I need some really good reasons not to hop in my car and just drive as far away from everyone I care about as possible, because right now staying near anyone seems like the worst idea ever.

First things first: 1st Lieutenant Nicholas Wolfwood, U.S. Army, most recently of the 1st Armored Division. Just off the plane from Afghanistan, and I mean I landed an hour ago, so I'm jet-lagged to hell.

Second ... can someone maybe tell me what the everloving fuck happened to Vegas?!