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So the thing is, this song for me? The one I can listen to forever and a day and not lose interest? It is Don't Stop Believing by Journey. Not the Glee version, which is nice in its own right, but the straight up true Journey road.

I've loved that song since I can remember. There is something incredibly driving about it for me. I hear the opening strains and I immediately perk up. I can't *not* sing to it. I know all the lyrics. I have accidentally left it on repeat for hours at a time and not even realized that I was still humming to it.

There are a few other artists or bands that I might have similar reactions to, but this is just one song in a body of work that gets me like that. And I like the rest of Journey's music, too.

Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.


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Ancient graffiti, as found in Pompeii. There's nothing like it.

Of course! I celebrate Halloween and Samhain, both of which are awesome. The only things I don't approve of are the amazing amount of awful decorations and the amazing lack of more thoughtful cards.

So, I've been missing my grandmother recently. A lot. Like, whoa a lot. Maybe that isn't so weird. Her birthday was two days ago, her wedding anniversary to my Granddaddy is somewhere in here, and she died at the end of November.

But for whatever reason, she has been in my mind very strongly, and I just can't help but miss her soul-deeply.

so apparently Inception has characters named Cobb and Mal, which makes me think that fic is from Firefly, but it never is.

>.<

I want to hug this man so bad. He is amazing to me, and I wish that I could meet him sooooo badly.

So, evilmaniclaugh posted this meme on her journal, and I thought it seemed amusing enough, so I tried it out. I mean, it's kind of neat, though obviously flawed, so why not find out what famous writer I seem like from a small piece of work.

I dug out my favorite piece of fanfic I have ever written. I don't write very often, but I really was proud of how this one had come out, so yeah. I even posted it.

This was my result:




Awk. Well, whatever. It is just one analysis, and from one piece of writing. Not even a serious piece of writing. A piece of humory/fluffiness.

So, I tried it again with a piece that I had actually written for a course a few years back. I am definitely not as proud of that one, mostly because, while the teacher was awesome, she had the easiest time making me feel like a moron for taking her class without trying.

This was my result:





The minor boost to my ego in this all? A piece of writing that I desperately attempted to make sound like a stream of consciousness from a character apparently was likened to James Joyce.

No, seriously, she's as close to having a child as Husband and I plan on right now, and she means the world to us. When we baby-talk to her (yes, baby-talk, don't judge me), we call each other mommy and daddy. She's very fulfilling to us.

I love her beyond, even when she's being a bitch and biting my fingers or clawing my toes. I give her food and water and try to protect her from the world while still introducing her to the dogs in the house and the people that come over.

But.

Yeah, but.

She's going through her first heat. So far, she has been much more personable than she usually is, but I know how quickly that can change. I'm fearing the 'fuck you, find something I can fuck myself on' stage. I don' think that Husband gets how annoying it can be. He makes jokes and talks about all the other cats he's seen in heat, but he's never lived with one. And, from a pheromone standing, Husband is *very* male, which means she'll love him and probably try to off me in my sleep.

Also, she's kind of creepy to have around during Husband and my more intimate moments. There are just some times that I don't want a cat trying to climb across me, you know? lol

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and just for fun:

BONES!