2010 is going to be a good year. Innit? I CAN JUST TELL :) In other news, my hair is short. LIKING THIS VERY MUCH.

My 2-year old starts daycare in two weeks *sob*. It's only gonna be for one day a week, so I think I'll survive. Technically, we don't NEED her to be in care, but we reckon it'd be good for her socialisation and there is the small matter of her nagging us to send her to 'school'. Sheesh. Give it 12 years or so and it might be a whole other state of affairs.

Some peeps on my f-list might remember that short film project I was working on? It's getting fun now. The screenplay is finished and handed in and casting is being discussed! Woot!

I've turned the first act into a the first chapter of a 4-part, short story. Which may or may not be my contribution to an original short story anthology (idea initiated by eggie1978). Planning on the anthology has stalled, however. Mostly because I've done diddly to progress it. We need at least 6 more writers to come on board with short story contributions. If this sounds like you, please let me know.

Category: short story (based on screenplay)
Working title: The Interview/Pastries (Part 1 of 4)
Rating: R for language.
Genre: Crime/Drama/Humour
Word Count: 1593
Summary: Sam the Hitman returns after a hard day's work to find a naked and angry young woman waiting for him in his bed. After narrowly avoiding getting himself shot in the head, Sam sits her down to some tea and scones...and an Interview.

( The Interview: Act 1 )

Long time lurker but first-time poster, so please be nice :)

Just down the road is Llandegai industrial estate, home to Bangor's biggest car boot sale. I think it's probably Bangor's ONLY car boot sale, but still it's technically true.
Anyhoo, it contains a panoply of second-hand tat, furniture, collectables and truly disturbing items in a building with the approximate size (and décor) of an aircraft hangar.
I go along with the pretence of buying sensible things like cheap books and locally grown vegetables, or to entertain like-minded visitors on a rainy day, but really I hunt the (not-so-)elusive thrift-horror-beast.

I've been posting Thriftstore joy to the net for a while, I am glad to Have a Venue to share.
Pittsburgh Area, Mainly my SVDP (St. Vincent de Paul)


Three Bunnies in Diapers, a Bathtub, and a Pope.....

More Bunneh Love behind cut.
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Thank you:),
Kyr (rhymes with deer)
-Plotting my next post...

(or something)

I just got back from my therapist's, and she and I went over strategies in my constant struggle to stop comparing myself/taking things so personally/personalizing things people do
As a lot of members of this community spoke up to say they have dealt or do deal with these same problems, I thought I'd write a post with some helpful hints on how to stop the awful cycle of comparison/envy/feelings of worthlessness. If you fall into that trap, you know from experience just how awful it is.

( Here are the things I learned. )

Have a wonderful day!

Hey guys!
I'm looking for this one in black.

and 6%dokidoki accessories! Hope you guys can help me^^

Ooh, goody, a few more spammail memes to play with! *snarking mode engaged*

Okay, "A permanent solution to hair loss"...did I not scare you with my threats of agricultural slash'n'burn clearcutting, should you attempt to grow that into a lurve-jungle? Did I forget to mention I have no desire to date a hairy gorilla/hobbit/4-inch-shag-carpet? (And yes, it would be 4 inches. Don't kid yourself. Growing hair will not make it look bigger nor more manly. They're not all that fun to walk on, either--particularly in heels--and they clog the vacuum cleaner something horrid; we used to have one in the previous house--shag carpet, you dirty-minded buggers--before sensibly getting a short pile carpet...but I digress.) Because I meant it. I have more than one pair of scissors within easy reaching distance as we speak. I'm willing to risk the damage to your ozone layer if you turn pomeranian down there...

Dear "Burn Fat, Get Ripped, and Improve Endurance", I have plenty of fat to burn, so I'm with you up through that point. Unless you intend to set me on fire, in which case I must protest strenuously that, although it is indeed winter, I'm not THAT cold. The next part has me equally concerned. Is it get ripped as in torn clothing, torn flesh, or what? Or is it ripped as in rip-roaring drunk? Or are you referring to washboard abs? If the lattermost (ref. washboard abs), has it occurred to you that I might actually already HAVE muscle under this jiggly stuff which you are perhaps intending to immolate? As for improving my endurance...okay, ya got me there, I could stand to improve it. Somehow, I suspect I will automatically improve it by running as far and as fast away from you, your matches, and your implements for shredding/rending my flesh and/or clothes, as I can possibly run. See ya!

"Don't turn your marriage into a disaster; use male enhancers" O.o ...You, sirrah, have my attention. Although I don't have a marriage (yet), I am intrigued by the idea of enhancing my (putative) male. However, I am curious to know how you intend to enhance him...once I have a "him" to enhance, of course. Will this be a total fashion makeover from head to toe, haircut to wardrobe, as in "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy"? Or some sort of superhero serum a la Spiderman or Captain America? If the latter, what are the side-effects, are the superhero attributes selectable, is the process excruciating and/or risky/illegal/painful, and is there a chance I could get in on it, too? Being a rabid equalist (and a closet superhero affictionado), I'm very much interested in female enhancers, too. (Unless they're illegal and/or painful.)

No, Digital TV for PC, as I told you earlier, I do not want to watch over a thousand live channels. I don't watch tv, let alone live tv. (Heck, I don't even watch dead tv, even though I have plenty of DVDs of old favorite shows! I'd love to have the time, but...)

"Protect your home and avoid the hassles of home repair" ...I'd be more likely to listen if you'd tell me how to protect my mail account and avoid the hassles of repeated spam from you, actually. Until then, not interested.

And lastly, a morbid message, "Your family is counting on you to have life insurance coverage". Ummm...oookaaaay...looks like I'm NOT going to get any, in the hopes that it will discourage my family from hoping that they'll be able to pay their bills next month by collecting said coverage payment over my still-warm corpse. Yeeeaaaah. Ya-huh. Riiiiiight. Not gonna happen. (Sorry mum, dad, Ny...but really, I'm a much better cash cow if I'm still alive and kicking, eh? Just think of all those many more books I still have yet to write and get published!)


With my future safety thusly assured,
~Lotm

creepy faceless lady invites you in..

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this costume would be kind of cool, if of course they were trying to be a coyote mixed with frankenstein's monster

http://www.furaffinity.net/full/2321636/

sorry i'm consuming this page.

i just talked to my boyfriend, i did all of the talking because he never really says anything at all. i confuse him, and i can understand why. i talk in circles when i'm upset. it's like once i get the ball rolling, it doesn't stop. it doesn't matter if it's something he did today or 4 months ago, it will come up in conversation. after making him cry and me crying myself for three hours, i am at such a point of self hatred. i cannot believe i did that to him and i'm so embarrassed and i'm contemplating just ending the relationship because i can't do this to him anymore. i feel so damn guilty and i am so messed up.

It's been a while since I went thrift-shopping, but my boyfriend and I went to a few stores in Lakewood, CO today. And I even remembered my camera!

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My first thrifthorror contribution, and hopefully at least amusing.

everyone should read.

Excerpt:

Laws restricting access to medical services are laws restricting access to medical services. They are not laws creating family talks, better worlds, or moral teenagers. They are laws creating restrictions to medical services, which people do not seek unless they need them. Laws creating restrictions to medical services are laws creating restrictions to services people need and need desperately. You can argue that the lawmakers had some kind of noble intentions in mind — I will not buy it, but you can argue that. But you cannot argue that once the law has been in effect and created an inability to comply, and yet remained unchanged. If this was a law about notifying parents, it would have addressed how to notify parents. If this was a law about how to seek a bypass, it would have addressed how to seek a bypass. Since it didn’t address either of those things, this is obviously a law about something else. You only get one guess about what that something else is.

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Except not just that part. Because what she talks about is something a lot of people do not take into account when they try to parse the entire abortion debate. It's bound up with our culture in so many ways. I know quite a few women who understood, without anyone saying a word, that part of the way they were paying their rent, paying their share, getting cooperation, getting protection, was by letting someone fuck them, and that saying no had consequences like homelessness or a violent rape. So saying "well, you could just have avoided having sex" is the kind of thing that makes me bang my head on the table. Because sometimes that's not an option. At least in the world I live in.

i've realized that i tend to manipulate my boyfriend...alot. and i know it's terrible, but it's just something i do, then i look back and say "what the hell was i thinking?".
for example, yesterday i made a joke about getting married and having a scottish ceremony, because i love scotland. he laughed it off. i continued to say "yeah, not like you'd marry me anywayyy!", clearly expecting a "shush! of course i would!" but i didn't get that. and yeah, i know, i shouldn't expect that, and it's very terrible of me to do this to him. and i always expect too much of people. always. and this is killing me. it hurts most because i can really see myself marrying him, growing old with him, everything. he's my security, my hope, everything. and i love him so much. and it's just scary to think that the stability of it all isn't assured. i hate that.
another thing is he works so much and i sit at home, all day, everyday. i'm only home for 2 more weeks before i move an hour and a half away back to school, so i feel like he should see me as much as he can, but i know he needs time to himself...well, part of me knows that. the other part just doesn't want to be alone.

does anyone else experience either of these things? the selfishness/manipulating?

in closing, i know i sound like a terrible person but i really don't mean to do these things.

I am pretty sure I had my first real panic attack today while out to eat with my boyfriend at UNOs.
If it wasn't a panic attack then I wouldn't wish a real one on my biggest enemy... I felt like I couldn't breathe, like I couldn't get enough air in, and it was making me dizzy and I couldn't focus on anything, and I couldn't eat, and I was shaking and got cold and started shivering.

I've thought for awhile that I might have an anxiety problem.. but that is very "out of character" for me.. very different from the "front" i put on that I am super confident and never get nervous. I think I started acting that way when I saw that at a young age my parents were very proud of me for being assertive contrasted with my shy sister, and then I always wanted to be that way ever since. But I think my friends and family think I really am very confident and assertive, which has pushed me to suck it up sometimes and act like I have everything under control when in actuality I am really freaking out inside, but it's starting to come to a head. I'm just really scared and embarrassed to admit I might need help to my family..

and also, I should admit, this panic attack had a lot to do with the fact that I smoked weed prior.
but I smoke weed pretty often and I enjoy it a lot of the time, but other times it seems to cause extreme anxiety. I don't want to give up smoking, but I fear I might have to to get rid of my anxiety...
but ALSO i think "maybe I am exaggerating and blowing this all way out of proportion and I should continue to just suck it up and things will eventually get better."

I feel so confused and don't wanna loose myself OR make a big deal out of something that I shouldn't... but I just have this feeling that something needs to be fixed.

I need advice or something. I am hoping this community will help.
Sorry for the long rant.

Just a quick question.

I take Omega 3 Fish oil (sardine, anchovy, mackerel) softgel tablets every day. Are they safe to combine with any SSRI medication?

I only ask this because I was warned about a potential serotonin overdose and that has me on edge right now.