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Name: Megan
Country: United States
State: Massachusetts
Birthday: 5/12/1980
Gender: Female
Interests: reading fantasy epics, astrology, photography, tarot, the great outdoors, a very beautiful Gemini, intelligent conversation, writing my novel, dream analysis, genetics, anything feline, hiking, mythology, using my imagination in any way possible, movies that make you think, sitting alone in the dark, dreaming, metaphysical philosophy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, poetry, finding obscure hardcover books in the
Barnes & Noble Bargain Section, sex, my new website
Expertise: writing (the creative variety) and metaphysical thought
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  jenniless
Member Since:
2/14/2003
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| "Is this a toy or is this real"? I wasn't really listening to him
(nothing new, trust me) so that caught my attention. His lamp was
off, so the light from the living room stopped well short of his
shadowy figure as he bent down to stare at his rug. Tentatively
he poked at the ground with something undistinguishable in his hand,
before turning on the light.
From far away it was a lump of gray and red, stretched out against the
red and blue. As I got closer it resolved into organs whose names
were on the tip of my tongue and a bushy gray tail. The question
suddenly changed from "who caught it?" to "how did it get in?" as four
guilty culprits watched us from the other room. Nobody attempted
to guard their catch, it was ours for the taking and Matt handled it
gently through a Roche Bros. plastic bag. "You should feel
honored," I volunteered as I followed him out of his bedroom and back
into the living room. Elric didn't look any different, it
probably wasnt his kill. "Its not every day that you get fed."
"Oh, I am," his face turned down in mild disgust. "I think that I
want to vaccuum my carpet right now. Oh yeah, and have you seen
the head?" We searched, but only the scattered remains of
the jawbone were to be found. "I should have kept it out so that
Chris could look at." Matt said a few minutes later as we checked
doors, windows. All seemed secure. "Yeah, he'd want to see
it." That much was true, but it didnt answer any of our
questions. The air conditioners that Matt had taken out of the
window were a likely culprit, but why was the squirrel so young?
It seemed small in its death, at the least.
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| I haven't written in this in forever. Seriously, were forever a
real term, it would apply specifically to the amount of time since I
have actually written something in this webspace. I am not even
entirely certain what caused me to stop writing here, partially it was
the fact that all of my friends opted for LiveJournal so it was just
easier to get an account there, and partially because my name is
semi-attached to this one. Its weird actually, since my RL
friends read my LJ, where as strangers used to read this. I don't
know if anybody still does, and I am not certain that I really care.
I realize more and more exactly how strong my force of will really
is. I should be breaking, I am broken in the way that my cervix
was trying to consume itself, and yet, though I am stressed I am
managing quite well under the circumstances. I get up, go to
work, cuddle the kitten when I get home, and play world of warcraft
with the boyfriend - go to the game on Thursdays although that has sort
of been on hiatus for a while do to too much work and the whole cervix
consumption problem. All I remember of this afternoon was an
orderly telling me that the doctors would let me know before they put
my under anesthesia, although I dont actually remember them telling me
that they were about to do so. If some gods somewhere love me
this will be the end of it and I wont have to deal with more concerning
procedures, though they still lurk at the back of my conscience.
They are big words too: radiation, chemotherapy, hysterectomy.
The funny thing is, I can look at the posatives in any situation, if
one would like to call them posatives. For instance:
chemotherapy, yeah it might make me puke for months on end but yeah,
when my hair grew back it would probably grow back thicker, so thats a
plus. Hysterectomy, well, at least then I wouldn't have to pay
for birth control anymore. This is how I choose to entertain
myself these days.
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| When I registered to vote in September of 2000 I signed up as an
Independant voter. Although chances are that I wouldn't vote
Republican, I wanted to make a statement about my issue with only
really having two political parties in this country. I voted for
Ralph Nater, because I knew I could in Mass because Gore would win
anyways, and because I felt that the Green Party had the right to get
federal funding and be able to participate in debates.
Now, everything seems so different. I cant believe how openly the
Republican party is willing to lie to the American people. They
think that we are stupid enough that we will buy what they say at face
value. On CNN this afternoon a major spokesperson for the Bush campaign
compared the anti-Kerry documentary that is about to run on network
television (which is against election laws, by the way) as being
exactly the same thing as Farenheight 9/11. Never mind that one is on
television and they're not even paying for advertising space by calling
it a "documentary" while the other was a movie that people had to pay
to go and see. Beyond being two seperate people's oppinions on the
election, they have nothing in common. I shutter to think about how
many stupid individuals believe this drivel.
Which comes to my point: after watching the open lies and various other
ways that the Repulican party deceived the American people, I WILL
NEVER vote Republican. I am heading over to the town hall where I
will changing my registration to Democrat, where it is going to stay
for at least a couple of years. So you've done one thing
Bush...you've gotten the other party one more supporter. | | |
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