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[11 Apr 2009|02:23pm]
Firstly: If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question.

Secondly: Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you. See above list!



*note: I didn't change any of the questions, because, well.. because I'm fucking lazy. That's why.


(1.) Make a list of 5 things you can see:

1. my boyfriend
2. a slew of computers in various states of disarray
3. a sliver of blue sky through the leaves of the dogwoods and ornamental cherry outside my window
4. a teetering stack of books likely to fall over an annihilate one of our cats at any given moment
5. a bottle of spray on topical anesthetic

(2.) What is the first scar you ever got?

It has since disappeared somewhere above my hairline over my left eyebrow. As a toddler I learned to hold my arms out and spin, and at some point spun my chubby noggin right into the corner of the coffee table. Needless to say, the table won.

(3.) Is there anything in your fridge right now that you would never eat/drink?

There is a small carton of shrimp chow mai fun leftovers in the fridge, and since I am allergic to shrimp, that is a no-go.

(4.) What's your occupation?

I do radiology prep work. I am the nurse that checks, double checks, and rechecks to make sure it's safe for you to have a CT/nuclear medicine test/MRI/etc.

(5.) Do you nap a lot?

Depends on your definition of a lot. If I keep late nights when I get up for work at seven, frequently I come home and drop on the couch for a 45 minute nap.

(6.) What was your first celebrity crush?

David Bowie as the Goblin King, and Jonathan Brandis on the Sea-something show. Like star trek in the ocean.

(7.) What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?

World of Warcrack. I'll admit it. Capiz, your turn!

(8.) What are you listening to right now?

Aaron has a strange and disturbing obsession with the Gray album. The Beatles + JayZ divided by Danger Mouse does not an awesome album make. I don't care what Anyone says.

(9.) What was the last text message you received?

Little Dipper reservations tonight at 6, right?

(10.) What websites do you always visit when you go online?

questionablecontent.net, livejournal.com, facebook.com, ganksyourflightmaster.com

11. What was the last thing you bought?

I bought a ridiculously expensive gaming computer because I am a geek. And I got my settlement from the drunk guy that hit me, so I figure I can't feel my fingers for the rest of my life, I may as well compensate with an awesome shiny new computer.

12. Cutest thing you have seen today?

Aaron's cat Hank becoming brave enough to walk around downstairs with us.

13. Does the weather affect your mood?

I'm creaky as an old war vet. I have metal plates and screws in my body, and when the weather changes swifty it makes me hurt, which I am sure in turn makes me bitchy.

14. What is your zodiac sign?

Aquarius.

15. Pets?

With Aaron and my brood's combined, we have three cats and a fish named Amadeus.

16. A saying you live by/that you have remembered and has inspired you?

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

17. Do you have any siblings?

My brother was six years younger than me, and passed on October 10, 2007. I will love him as long as I live.

18. What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?

Stop being a lazy buttmunch or I am going to strangle you with your ethernet cord.

19. What are your plans for next weekend?

My cousin's getting married, and I will benefit from this due to the large, luxury oceanfront private room we have. Hello, hotel sex, how I have missed you.

20. Say something to the person who tagged you:

You are probably the best friend I have that I've never met, and someday when our mutually ridiculous schedules allow, I plan to change that status slightly. xoxo
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[15 Aug 2008|11:19pm]
On my way home from work yesterday, a drunk driver turned left illegally into on-coming traffic and I hit him at about 45 miles an hour. He was carried off via ambulance, I opted to wait for Dad to come get me I didn't care to add to the trauma of being rammed, my car annihilated, and about twenty thousand people rubbernecking to watch me blubber in terror on the side of the road at five o'clock rush hour traffic.


Apparently there is now a criminal investiation under way if this guy survives the accident. The car was stolen according to the owner, with stolen plates that didn't match the vehicle, and as the other driver was injured they couldn't immediately get any of his informantion I guess.


I know I look like someone has beaten me with a two by four. I have a cracked rib, sprained wrist, two hematomas the size of grapefruits, whiplash, I damn near bit my tongue in half, and I feel sorta like someone fed me down a garbage disposal. As you can see via the pictures on my myspace, my car is dead. But I am not, and I am grateful, if still a little baffled, that I was able to walk away from such a horrific wreck. God bless Angela, Bridgette, and Robert-- all strangers that say what happened, and stayed in the brutal heat to hold my hand for an hour until my father got there, all of them gave statements to the police backing up my story. None of them knew me from Adam, they didn't have to stay, or be so kind. Bridgette literally sat in the grass on the side of the road and held my hand after she'd gathered what personal effects she could from my car after the firemen assured us it wasn't going to blow up. Robert took out his digital camera and started snapping pictures of my car, the scene of the accident, the other driver's car. He e-mailed them to me within a few hours. People can be shitty, there is no doubt about that. The drunken idiot in the stolen car shows how little respect for other people's lives and well being some people have. But the three heros that helped me, and stood by me, they are proof that people can be selfless, and good hearted enough to make me cry every time I stop to consider their kindness.

So anyway. If I am more hermit-y than usual for a week or two, this is why. Love y'all.
<3
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[30 Jan 2008|09:54pm]
I miss my brother.
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[20 May 2007|02:22am]
Checklist:

Time consuming, mind-numbing video game to replace more socially acceptable forms of human interaction until I'm ready to not kick life in the nads? Check!

Plans to go sample some of those tasty rosemary-jerk buffalo wings at Wahoo Willies in the near future? Check!

Muchly belated general check up with the doctor next week? Check! (Note: call to find out where the hell his office is located.)

Battleplan for getting my greedy little paws on a pair of tickets to the sold out White Stripes show at HOB? Check!





PS. Even though I update... infrequently, to put it kindly, I still keep up with what's going on with everyone. Capiz-- I've been praying for your daddy through all of this, cupcake, you know you've got my love. Erin-- I can't even imagine going through what you have, and you've done it with such grace that I'm truly humbled. Patrick-- you better drive safely; Jess-- I have no doubts you're going to miss Patrick immeasurably, and even fewer doubts that you're gonna be just fine in his absence. Ingrid-- you're a tricky bitch hitting thirty already, but I forgive you. <3 Etc.
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[21 Apr 2007|09:34pm]
So, I finally caved and got a new phone. Mostly because mine died last night. Unfortunately my old SIM card was so ancient that it was non-transferable. So if you think I should have your phone number, please send it my way. Here, or via e-mail. (EpiphanyJunkie@aol.com)
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[08 Apr 2007|01:16pm]
My patients love throwing religious literature, scripture, mini-bibles and Jesus friendly bookmarks at me. Apparently my heathenish ways are visible even when in nothing but mascara and chapstick, wearing pink scrubs with the Easter Bunny on them. (Okay, I'm kidding about that last bit.)

But this one I actually like. The patient that gave it to me is this cantankerous old man that wears this killer Heidi-hat with the feather and all. Every time he visits, upon being asked how he is, he growls SHITTY! and continues shuffling down the hall. He also always remembers my birthday, and brings me chocolates every Christmas. He gave this to me a few weeks ago, and I liked it so much I had every intention of sharing, but you know how these things escape us. Thus: Desiderata.

"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons. They are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career however humble. It is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in you business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is. Many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself, especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of al aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take Kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars, you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy."
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[08 Apr 2007|01:14pm]
No one meets my expectations, not even me. But usually I come the closest, and that is a truly depressing thought.
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[27 Nov 2006|11:05pm]
When I'm good I am very good, and when I am bad, I am horrid.

Every year I ask for addresses, and occasionally, I actually get around to sending out Christmas cards. Tis the season for asking! I will try my darnedest to actually get some out this year. So!

Poll #876782 GIMME YO ADDRESS, HOS.

Address, por favor?

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[21 Nov 2006|08:38pm]
So, complications after surgery. The incision wound developed gangrene, and my Nanny had to have a large portion of her foot amputated. She of course is strong and brave and she is the one busy calming everyone around her down and insisting that she is going to be fine and doing prosthetic cartwheels by Christmas. Everyone else is falling to pieces. Even me. Albeit quietly.
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[05 Nov 2006|12:36am]
My grandmother's surgery went well on Friday. For those not in the know, my grandmother is one of the sweetest, most generous and loving people I've ever been blessed enough to meet. She's an eighty-one year old diabetic, and got a severe case of cellulitis in one of her feet. For those further not in the know, diabetics have to be especially careful with any sort of injury to their extremities, can lead to especially bad things due to neuropathy, etc. So she didn't tell anyone for about two weeks, giving it time to get good and rotting, for lack of a better word. We put her on aggressive antibiotic therapy for a few weeks, hoping that would take care of it, but on Friday, they opened her foot up and did a bone scrape until they saw healthy bone. Hopefully this will be the end of it, and she won't have to have anything more extreme done. We were all terrified she was going to lose her foot. Which still isn't out of the question, we're all just praying we got it in time. Please keep her in your thoughts, if you're of that persuasion.

In other news, Fox and Bear managed to wiggle-worm through the dryer vent, unbeknownst to me, to go on an adventure under the house, before escaping through the utility hatch to the back yard. It isn't unlike them to find a warm nook of the house and fall asleep, so while their absence was noted, I didn't really think anything of it for the first hour or two. Lily and I went out to have a cigarette, and Fred, our neighbor, was outside pacing up and down the inside of his fence, looking agitated.

"Your.... your things are out," he explained, gesturing. "There's a girl trying to catch them."

Luckily, it was our friendly neighborhood hooker. Whilst working in the narrow strip of trees and shrubberies behind my house, she spotted my ferret happily exploring the terrain, and kept an eye on him until I ran around back and called him over. Bear is the biggest pussy alive, and was still under the house, looking around wide-eyed through the crack in the utility door. For a day or two I was really nervous, because both of them need the last of their series of distemper shots, and there are Always loose dogs running around here. But a week later they both seem fine and healthy, so I guess we got lucky. Anyway, Nicole helped me catch the boys, so I paid her with cigarettes and we sat outside on the porch and talked for a while.

She explained that she's addicted to crack cocaine and that turning tricks is the only way she cab pay for it. Lily says that only a Capricorn could be so straightforward. I keep forgetting to ask Nicole what her sign is to see if Lil's prediction is right.

So, Aaron waited until we were at work one day, and moved his few belongings out without notice, the day before rent was due. Kent was supposed to move in, but Aaron never gave us an answer about whether he was staying or leaving, so poor Kent had to make a decision and found someplace else, so now we're slightly up shit creek. It'll be fine though, we've got a bunch of potential people coming by to take a look either this weekend or next week, so hopefully we'll find someone awesomely fantastic to live with that isn't a complete and utter douche. It'll be a nice change.

In other news, my brother spilled the beans tonight that he's getting me a new car stereo for Christmas, since mine broke a while back and all I can do is listen to the radio. Yay! Good brother, you get a cookie. Aw. <3

I fostered out Badger to a nice young family today. I gave them 200+ dollars worth of stuff for forty dollars. They're Katrina survivors, lost everything. Badger will be happier, because he is so jealous, and needs to be in a one ferret household. They are happy, because it would have been financially difficult to buy a ferret and all the accoutrements that they entail. Warm fuzzies all around, though I was a little more sad than expected to see Badge go. My boys. I have three now, which somehow seems a much more manageable number than four. Three is a good number. Fox is sitting in my lap while I write this, trying to lick the keys while I type. I really do need to take some pictures, he and Bear really are the most handsome ferrets I've ever seen, and I'm not just saying that because they're mine. They are my success stories; dumped pets, ill-treated and socially retarded, that have become the best ferrets in the world thanks to a little TLC and a few vet trips. Pictures, shortly, hopefully.
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Room for rent! [02 Nov 2006|10:36pm]
Room for rent in 3 bedroom 1.5 bath house downtown (not gonna lie, it's closer to the hood than Front St).

Rent is 233$ a month plus 1/3 of utilities that include (water/sewer/trash), electric, cable/internet.

Douchebags need not apply, as we just got rid of one, and aren't in the mood for another.

This is a pet friendly house, within reason. Respond here or e-mail me at EpiphanyJunkie@aol.com if you have questions!

- Kel and Brit
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[08 Sep 2006|01:43am]
Potentially the best thing, ever.

PS. My interests are apparently awesomely not work appropriate. Shocker -- neetch.



My Interests Collage!Collapse )
Create your own! Originally Written By ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by darkman424
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[03 Aug 2006|12:36am]
PS: Thanks for listening, you. <3
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[03 Aug 2006|12:08am]
[ mood | furious ]

Poor Ethan, he's such a sport listening to me rant when I have a perfectly acceptable venue, here.

First, let me get this off my chest: FUCK YOU IGNORANT PEOPLE THAT GET PETS WITHOUT WEIGHING ALL CONSEQUENCES OF WHAT THAT MEANS TO THE ANIMAL, YOU CRUEL AND STUPID FUCKS.

I love animals. It wounds my heart when people decide to purchase an animal because it's cute, or exotic, or interesting looking, without thinking through all possible consequences. What happens if you move to a home/apartment that isn't pet friendly? Can you afford to feed said animal(s)? Have you thoroughly researched that animal's specific needs and requirements?

See-- ferrets have only been available for purchase in Wilmington for a year or two now. Currently we do not have a decent ferret rescue program to deal with the sudden influx of ferrets pouring back into the community from people who say things like: "Gee, I had no idea they went to the bathroom so much, that's really just too much work." or "I really just wanted it to.. you know.. look cool in the cage, I didn't know ferrets are so social they get depressed and sick if you just leave them there for forfuckingever." or "My apartment isn't pet friendly and they busted me, so it's get rid of the ferret or get evicted." or "I think my wife might be allergic, so.. here?" ETC ETC ETC. I've already taken in two dumped ferrets, one of whom I just received this evening, one we've had for a few weeks now, whom we dubbed Fox. I got to meet the man who was dumping Fox. At one thirty in the afternoon on a Sunday, I could smell the booze on his breath at ten paces. He was dirty, Fox was dirtier, dehydrated, eaten up with fleas, and his poor little emaciated body couldn't have weighed a pound, tops. He was maybe fourteen weeks old. He's currently fighting some form of horrible intestinal illness that hopefully a vet trip tomorrow will help.

Our newest foster carpetshark is yet to be named, though he at least was loved, I think. He came with a cage, a leash, a carrier, treats and his food, etc. He's prbably just a foster ferret, and if/when I find an appropriate home for him, he'll move on.

This breaks my heart, people. And it isn't just ferrets. New Hanover County along gasses 1500 cats and dogs a week. If you want a pet, do your homework. Make sure you're unconditionally ready to take care of that animal for the duration of its life. If you aren't, get a pet rock or a fucking chia pet, but for christ sake, don't let your inadequacy cause an animal unjust harm, or death.

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[31 Jul 2006|11:41pm]
I disapprove of people that use Livejournal in lieu of support groups. It's your prerogative, but please, don't expect me to kowtow to your monumental altar of self-pity.
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for patrick [17 Jul 2006|02:46am]
In no particular order, the top seven songs in heaviest rotation:



the white stripes - one more cup of coffee

hooverphonic - you hurt me

interpol - slow hands

rammstein - engel

david bowie - seven years in tibet

institute - ambulances

jump, little children - darkest love
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[16 Jul 2006|01:10pm]
It has been said that when G-d closes a door he opens a window-- I just wish he'd wait until the door is fully shut and locked before he goes around opening window. This is the hood, and whatnot.



and it you're saying goodbye
please don't you think me bitter
for recalling every rhyme
from the book, the page, the line, the word, the letter
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[08 Jul 2006|11:35am]
Sometimes I wish I could run into myself on the street, defying physics and probability just to brush shoulders, lean in intimately, and whisper close to my own ear in the way that inevitably gives me shivers, "Don't worry, everything is going to work out just fine."

Because I'm certain that I'm the only one that really and truly believes it when I whisper it to others.

In other news.

Things are relatively fabulous. It's better than even I thought it would be, living with Lily again. I'll admit, my mother's well meant poison worried me at first. But if I hadn't thought things would be good, I wouldn't have initiated the move. End of sentence.

Life in the hood is hilarious. (For those few not in the know, we found a small cottage-y house in the ghetto and promptly pounced on it in early june.) Like clockwork small, sinewy black men make their bi-hourly pilgrimage to the decrepit corner store and come back clutching brown paper shrouded bottles like they've found the grail. Anthony keeps asking me to sleep with him (thick white girls being highly en vogue on this block) and being offended not that I say no, but that I frequently have male friends over. "I bet you let them ride," he groans, already wringing his hands and shooting lusty glances not at me, but towards the corner store before offering to pick me up a beer.

One of the highlights was waking up to a finished forty in the yard and a small, neatly cleaned pile of chicken bones on our porch railing. What can I say, it is a very fine front porch. Another was Phil buying a probably hot boombox off one of the wandering salesmen late one Saturday when we'd all drunk enough to lose whatever sense we had. "He gets a fix and I get a radio for the work truck," he protested, trying out the CD player in a kitchen that still has moving boxes tucked inconspicuously under the table.

There's still room for improvement: missing is my washer and the dryer we've yet to purchase, shelving for the wash room, cable television, a mop, a runner for the hallway, a kitchen trashcan, and the boy. I refuse to worry about any of it at this point, and will let things settle in naturally as they may.

It's like I would tell myself, should I happen upon myself; "Don't worry, everything is going to work out just fine." I'd mean it, too.
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Okay, so this is kinda neat. (118) [28 Feb 2006|10:46pm]
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*taken from Kathleen's MySpace.
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[28 Feb 2006|02:37pm]
Sometimes I speak in tongues.

But the secret is I like to think that sometimes, you understand.
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