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yukinoomoni) wrote2011-09-12 09:13 am
yukinoomoni) wrote2011-09-12 09:13 am
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Sunny Day Confetti
There is a bee in the store. The stupid thing is, I swear it flew in the moment I thought, "Wow it would be really shitty if a bee flew in the open door!" FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---
The door is open because the whole store reeks of gasoline. It's making me sick ;.;.
Maple Cinnamon French Toast Bagels are why I am alive.
I'm writing today! The idea came into my head after my shower. That happens a lot.
I haven't shaved in a couple of days but I'm wearing shorts. Do you think anyone will notice?
THE BEE JUST CAME BACK SDGKLHSDGKLH. I'm starting to suspect it's the same bee that tried to fuck my ear on my way back from Tim's.
All I can hear are saws, saws, saws. I keep telling myself, "Thai Express is worth it, the food is delicious," over and over again, but still! RAR!
I traumatised myself by watching three documentaries of 9/11 in a row. I still get chills just thinking about it. I was a completely different person ten years ago. I mean, think about it:
-I was just put on ADs
-We had just gotten Nim that summer
-I was in grade 12
-I was dating Mike
-I was starting to put on weight
I was a wreck back then. Now, while not perfect, I'd like to think things have gotten better. The attack fucked me up, though. I still have dreams about planes falling from the sky and landing in my neighbourhood, and my having to arm myself with my swords to kill the hijackers. Seriously, who dreams of that shit? I think I remember the most my mother and I, after she had come home from work, sitting in the back yard and just listening to...silence. We live near the airport, so we get a lot of air traffic. That day, there was nothing. We were already nervous, because her hospital was put on back-up alert in case they needed to go to New York (it never happened), so hearing nothing added to that. Scary.
I'm really starting to enjoy meditation. I sometimes actually crave it. I'll be reading, and then my eyes slide to my straw cushion, and I'll end up putting the book down and doing zazen for like, fifteen minutes. The longest I've sat is only a half-hour, but hey, I'm a newbie. Leave me alone.
My shorts are too big. What the flying fuck. A year ago I had the opposite problem. This is stupid. Don't be mad at me for saying that ;.;. I don't like it. I like being chubby. It makes me feel Willendorf (if you don't get that, look it up).
Milo is a moron. He keeps trapping himself in the living room to sleep on the rocking chair. But he can't find his way out so whenever he wants out he CRIES and CRIES and I shriek at him not to do that and he does it anyway. And then when I rescue him he clings to me and purrs. STOP TRAPPING ME WITH LOVE.
I have a video and pics of him, by the way. I will post them tomorrow.
I had a dream the other night that my hair was loooong. It was scary and sad and weird. My hair will never be long.
My fingers are thin enough to wear my parents' ring again. It's pretty. I like it.
By the way, Terry, your stone is a Garnet. I always picture you with Amethyst, though. Probably the purple thing. And also, Garnet is more orange than red. Stupid picture.
I think that's it. Time to earn my paycheque, lol.
Bye.
The door is open because the whole store reeks of gasoline. It's making me sick ;.;.
Maple Cinnamon French Toast Bagels are why I am alive.
I'm writing today! The idea came into my head after my shower. That happens a lot.
I haven't shaved in a couple of days but I'm wearing shorts. Do you think anyone will notice?
THE BEE JUST CAME BACK SDGKLHSDGKLH. I'm starting to suspect it's the same bee that tried to fuck my ear on my way back from Tim's.
All I can hear are saws, saws, saws. I keep telling myself, "Thai Express is worth it, the food is delicious," over and over again, but still! RAR!
I traumatised myself by watching three documentaries of 9/11 in a row. I still get chills just thinking about it. I was a completely different person ten years ago. I mean, think about it:
-I was just put on ADs
-We had just gotten Nim that summer
-I was in grade 12
-I was dating Mike
-I was starting to put on weight
I was a wreck back then. Now, while not perfect, I'd like to think things have gotten better. The attack fucked me up, though. I still have dreams about planes falling from the sky and landing in my neighbourhood, and my having to arm myself with my swords to kill the hijackers. Seriously, who dreams of that shit? I think I remember the most my mother and I, after she had come home from work, sitting in the back yard and just listening to...silence. We live near the airport, so we get a lot of air traffic. That day, there was nothing. We were already nervous, because her hospital was put on back-up alert in case they needed to go to New York (it never happened), so hearing nothing added to that. Scary.
I'm really starting to enjoy meditation. I sometimes actually crave it. I'll be reading, and then my eyes slide to my straw cushion, and I'll end up putting the book down and doing zazen for like, fifteen minutes. The longest I've sat is only a half-hour, but hey, I'm a newbie. Leave me alone.
My shorts are too big. What the flying fuck. A year ago I had the opposite problem. This is stupid. Don't be mad at me for saying that ;.;. I don't like it. I like being chubby. It makes me feel Willendorf (if you don't get that, look it up).
Milo is a moron. He keeps trapping himself in the living room to sleep on the rocking chair. But he can't find his way out so whenever he wants out he CRIES and CRIES and I shriek at him not to do that and he does it anyway. And then when I rescue him he clings to me and purrs. STOP TRAPPING ME WITH LOVE.
I have a video and pics of him, by the way. I will post them tomorrow.
I had a dream the other night that my hair was loooong. It was scary and sad and weird. My hair will never be long.
My fingers are thin enough to wear my parents' ring again. It's pretty. I like it.
By the way, Terry, your stone is a Garnet. I always picture you with Amethyst, though. Probably the purple thing. And also, Garnet is more orange than red. Stupid picture.
I think that's it. Time to earn my paycheque, lol.
Bye.
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Please, tell me, are any of your works safe for someone who has only watch S1 and 2?
Blessed be.
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A little less weird coming from someone you know.
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And yes, I can do that. I'll comb through my lists and give them to you once I get a chance =D
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Thanks so much!
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Sun and Moon and Antiquity, my two Ozai/Ursa fics.
The Innocence of Youth, my most popular fic featuring Aang and "the talk".
Panacea, my first ATLA fic ever, with Zuko.
The Shadow, a Zuko-Ty Lee friendship fic.
Stars, with the Earth King.
Impervious, a Jet-Smellerbee friendship fic.
Bathing Duty, in which Sokka bathes Appa.
Reason to Fight, a Smellerbee origin fic.
Dinnertime, in which Sokka pesters Aang about food.
Drift So Slow, a semi-origin fic of Iroh.
Cruelty, in which Jet struggles with his feelings towards Zuko.
It's In The Blood, a tiny!Katara fic.
Buddies, with Appa and Aang!
I Can't Do This, in which Suki struggles with doubt.
Toph the Tiny Tormentor, which is pretty self-explanatory.
Girly Time, a little Yue/Katara ficlet.
And that's Part One. More coming.
Part Two
Gold and Glory, a Kyoshi fic.
Snowflakes in the Mud, featuring Kanna and Pakku.
Live Flame, an Azula/Ty Lee fic that is sexy, so beware.
Catch As Catch Can, a Mai/Zuko pre-series fic.
Bosco and the Dangerous Ladies, which is also pretty self-explanatory.
Pocket of Time, and AU in which Mai and Zuko meet by chance (pre-series).
Subtle Sneaks, a pre-series tiny!Mai/tiny!Zuko fic.
Duty and Doubts, in which Mai is ordered to be friends with Zuko by Azula with mixed results.
His Own Worst Nightmare, a snippet into Zuko's nightmares during his collapse.
Sins of the Mother, an Ursa fic.
Belonging, a Guru Pathik fic.
Bidden and Forbidden, a Mai/Zuko fic in which Mai is Zuko's sister, and their relationship is not so familial.
Lost and Found? a fic that still makes me laugh to this day.
Aim Carefully, a tiny!Mai and Mai!Uncle fic.
Flying Lessons?, which is a friendship fic written for
Even Grounds, in which Mai is Mao, a male knife-thrower and antagonist of Fire Prince Zuko.
Wrong Girl, in which Lu Ten's romantic advice is fail.
Kaleidescope, featuring Aang's memories.
Proud Flame, with Suki being on her feet in her last moments.
The Madness of Peace, a Haru fic!
Old Horizon, featuring Lu Ten saying goodbye to Zuko before he goes to war.
Muse, inspired by the beautiful art of
Helpful Advice, with Aang explaining what REALLY happens during the Avatar State.
Too Little, Too Late, in which Long Feng experiences bitter karma.
Alone Above, with Aang loving the air.
Reaching Out, featuring Iroh right after the Book Two finale (but before Book Three).
Storytime, in which Avatar stories piss Sokka off.
And that's it!
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I remember, too. So much has changed since ten years ago; I was a Sophomore in my art class at the time, a loner and slowly drifting from all of my friends.
Meditation is nice. I used to do it all the time while in classes. Maybe I should pick it up again.
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I wanna try meditation...it could take a load off of me.