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Reunion Countdown: 33
No Longer A Pedophile Countdown (;D): 197 days

I'd like to have a word, please? That word would be: Ow!

My feet hurt, my back hurts, my neck is hurting even more than yesterday, and as I managed to run into someone's cigarette, my arm is slightly burt. Ow, I say.

Amy! Got your package today! Yay! It's mini!Chris! *squooshes him to pieces* My Chrissoffer! And because the large puppets are having a kinky threesome on top of my computer at home, mini!Chris gets to keep me company at work. Because yes, I have Embraced My Shame.

Besides, It's worth the shame to be able to stare at the card all day. Mmmmmm, Chrissoffer. Justiiiinnn. Joweeee!I even like Lance and JC in this picture! *licks*

I have a headache. I think it's a sinus headache. Added to the foul taste in my mouth, I'm certain I once again have a sinus infection. I think I'm going to cry, now. Bitches!

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Man. I'd completely forgotten how much fun it is to frolick through the RSA. It's like a big slash playground. Wheeee! Blackadder slash! Bottom slash! Oooh, Dead Poets Society! I've not read that since ... ages ago, when Mona was still active in fandom and maintaining the Marrow Of Life archive.

Does anyone but me even remember Mona? Argh. Hi, my name is Melle, and I'm old. Where's my cane? Kids these days ...

Er, I mean, wooo! Slash playground!

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Have randomly decided to stop using pseudonyms for my stories, either fanfic or original. However, I'm not fond of my full name, and i'm toying with variations of initials and middle name to find something suitable. (Kind of like Sam with "S. Larean Young".)

S. Katrien Werkers?
Sofie K. Werkers?
Sofie Katrien Werkers?
S.K. Werkers?
S. Werkers?

In other news, the right side of my head is doing that hypersentistivity thing again. Much with the ow!

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Was bored. Attempted to detag the Dom/Viggo tongue-licking picture.

( Before and after. )

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S, um. More photoshop fun! A wallpaper:

For more slashy wallpaper and iconage fun, I direct you to The Project. :)

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Am still sore, but came home to two enveopes in the mail, which made me feel a lot better. Thanks to reggie_mbq for the passion beads (hehehehe, *snort*, oh, the possibilities!) and major, major thanks, hugs and love to katari for the shirt. "I have issues." This t-shirt is so me it hurts. Wooo!

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Making pancakes for dinner, since it's the only thing I'm even vaguely interested in eating atm. Blah. Hate being female. Want to go dancing again. Like, now. Or maybe next weekend. Or something.

Am also in chat. Join me?

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I need some advice. I'm especially lookin at reggie_mbq here, but anyone with a cent or two to spare, feel free to comment.

I live in a two-flat building; moved in early last August. My neighbours are your average young couple, with a kid that was just born as I moved in.

Somewhere late September, October, I started to realise maybe things weren't quite that okay. They were loud, and I could frequently hear arguments and other assorted noise. I started to suspect there might be violence. Early December, I ran into her in the hallway. She looked like shit. Pale, frightened look on her face. She asked me if I could please call the cops if things got to bad, because "He doesn't know what he's doing when he's drunk."

Le sigh.

I'm afraid to call the cops. Firstly, because I have no idea what consitutes "too bad". Secondly, because "he doesn't know what he's doing when he's drunk" doesn't sound like she's going to press charges, and if she doesn't, he'll be back here the next morning, and the next time he gets drunk, he may very well decide to come after me. (We don't really get along as it is.)

I feel like shit for being such a coward, let me tell you. But at the same time I'm thinking, she hsa to realise herself what he's doing, because otherwise all the help in the world isn't gonna do any good. (I don't know her well enough to try and talk some sense into her.)

My problem is the kid. She's six months old. She should. not. be. in this situation. (And I know, I know what she's thinking, that he'll never hit the kid, not realising that seeing their parent abused will likely scar a child for life. I know, that's what makes it even worse. I know what she's thinking, I just don't know how to make hre see otherwise!)

So yeah, there's my dilemma. What can I do? What should I do? Keeping in mind that I don't want him to find out I'm doing anything, because in the end, my self-preservation instinct is still stronger than my desire to help. :/ Help? Advice? Anyone?

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Tripod.ca is honing my rage. *kicks it* Yo, bitch, give. me. my. porn! Now!