Beware the midget carrying sharp objects!!!

I found my piercing kit a few days ago, it had been lost when we moved, inside the kit was a baggie of assorted surgical steel body jewelry (labret studs, curved barbells, captive bead rings, several horseshoes and replacement beads for all in varying colors sizes and styles) 2 used (hollow) piercing needles, and *squee* one brand new, never been opened, hermetically sealed, individually packaged, 16g piercing needle!!!

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Evil Dead slash!!!

So a looong time ago one of the girls on my friends list had mentioned Ash Evil/Ash stories and how they don't seem to exist. For those of you who don't know, Ash is the main character of the Evil Dead movies, played by the amazing Bruce Campbell, and Evil Ash is one of the villains in Army of Darkness, who is created when ash swallows one of the mini Ash versions of himself towards the middle of the film. Evil Ash grows out of good Ash's shoulder and eventually detaches himself and tries to kill good Ash. After he is dispatched and Ash buries his evil doppelganger he goes on in his search for the Necronomicon. Lightening strikes the grave of the recently dead Evil Ash and he becomes the Deadite Captain, played by the also amazing Bill Moseley from TCM2 and Devils Rejects.

Anyways the girl on my friends list had said she wanted to read some Ash/Evil Ash stories, and I offered to write her one, which I worked on for a long while trying to do something that was not to over the top, but my computer died and with it everything on it and I lost the story. Today I came across a LJ group dedicated to Evil Dead slash! I hope it makes up a little bit for me never getting to send her my story I wrote for her.

Click here for Evil Dead goodness!!!
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Chickens, aquariums and white plastic tea cups...

I saw a post on SPO about chickens tonight and it reminded me that I had had chicken as a child, so I wanted to write about them tonight...

Anyways, I had chickens as a child when I was living with my aunt and uncle. My mom was sick with some form of cancer and I had been sent to foster care until my uncle could make the trip from Florida to bring me home. This was after child services took me away from my father who was supposed to be caring for me while mom was sick. A few months after I was sent to live with them my mom came to join us and we all lived together for a long time, or at least it seemed long to me.

I was close to my two cousins, Jenny, who is in her late 20's now, and Jessica who is 6 months older then I am, Jenny was probably 13 or so, at the time, (even though she always seemed so much older then us) and Jessica and I were both 6 or so, I don't think we had started first grade yet...

So about the chickens, my uncle brought them home (for me Jessica I think) one summer and built a big fenced in kennel type area with a little coop for them to sleep in and a lean to roof for shade. i can't even remember what we called them of what specific type they were, but I really liked those chickens.

At the time we were living in a house with a stretch of woods in the back, some cow and horse pastures down the road, and across the street there was this girl who kept tormenting our chickens. She would throw rocks at them or chase them around and try to kick them, I think her name was Rea. (pronounced Ree) After talking to her parents, which did no good, my uncle decided the chickens pen needed a lock on it, figuring that the girl would leave them alone after that.

It didn't unfortunately, and one day my uncle came out to find all but one of our chickens dead. The one who survived had been hurt so badly my uncle had no choice but to do the right thing and put her down. Now I didn't see the chickens, or the state they were in when they were found, my uncle made sure of that, but I knew when he told me they had died that Rea had done it. The adults eventually came to the same conclusion and went to go talk to her parents.

Her parents of course got angry and defensive, upset that we would even suggest such a thing. So nothing ever came of it. Time passes and school starts, Rea begins to bully my cousin and I, and so I stand up for us even though this girl was huge compared to me, and I was never a skinny child. She was also taller, but that wasn't really anything new, I was the shortest child int he whole school, (no exaggeration, Im a midget and have always been small) but despite that I picked a fight, or rather Rea said I picked a fight while trying to defend myself against her and her big brother.

During this fight Rea brags to me that she had killed our chickens, and she laughed about it! What kind of child is so messed up that she would kill defenseless chickens then brag about it to the owners? I don't remember much after that, I heard Rea moved away sometime after my mom and I had found our own house close by.

Why do I remember all of this now? usually my childhood is locked away in whatever part of my mind that was damaged by the amnesia I suffered from a head injury. Why do these memories come back to me at the oddest of times? why can I not remember the good along with the bad?

I remember being abused by my father, him hitting me and "punishing" me when I cried over a slap to the face he had given me, I remember the smell and feel of ice cold beer as it ran over my head and face when he threw his half empty cans at me all the time, having to drink from the bathroom sink out of a white plastic tea cup when I had to go pee because he refused to let me have anything to eat or drink. All of the good memories of those times Im sure were there are gone.

Like the time he took mom and me to the aquarium, I remember the aquarium, remember how much fun I had, but I don't remember him being the one who took us, or even being there with us at all. I remember the place we went to see a civil war cannon and battle reenactment, the old prison where Geronimo had been held, how mom couldn't climb down the stairs to the dungeon to see the cells, but again, I don't remember these things as things he did with us.

My memory is such a tricky thing, and I will probably forget all of this tomorrow, but right now its as clear as if it happened yesterday, all fresh and raw. It hurts now like it must have hurt then, my chickens, the fight, all these memories of my father that aren't really memories of him at all, just recollections of times when I was younger, some happy, some sad, and all of them confusing.

Maybe they never happened? Maybe I remember wrong. Maybe the abuse he put me through and all the happy times as well never happened. But if they never happened why do I remember them so well?
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Twilight ((A bum review and my feelings on the whole sick mess...

I was going to do an entry about this, seems like everybody and their maiden aunt are reading the series watching the movie or talking about it online, but it seems one of my favorite people has already done it for me. Before you watch the video, which I highly recommend if you are as sick to death of this topic of conversation as I am, I would like to say that if you like the books, that's fine, Im not attacking your fanbase, Im just stating my opinions, so there's no need to go postal and sic the rabid fangirls on me.
I will add that REAL vampires DO NOT sparkle!!!

Without further ado I give you ...

Well, what can I say? I agree with his nonsensical ramblings. I would like to add to it that after doing some research I do not like the impact on literature (not to mention teen girls all across America who think this is what a "real" vampire book is all about) that this particular series is having. When I heard about how badly the book is written I was still on the fence about weather or not I would read it. Ive read plenty of bad fic in my time, even managing to look past most flaws and find some enjoyment in whatever I was reading.

When I read that some fans had injured somebody by ganging up on them and beating them unconscious with copies of the book I was stunned to say the least. The final nail in the potential Twilight coffin came when I saw this Awesome Review and I decided I wasn't touching this with a ten foot pole, but curiosity got the better of me. What are my thoughts? Firstly why didn't I listen to everybody out there who had said over and over that this book is horrible? WHY DIDN'T I LISTEN!!!

This book is so poorly constructed and thought out that it's lackluster at it's best but its also just a subtle (or not so subtle depending on who is reading it) morality message hidden behind a poor excuse for fiction. Not only has the author (and I use the term loosely) taken every preexisting standard convention of vampire fiction and thrown it out the window she hasn't even given us anything new or interesting to replace it. Im all for fiction breaking with convention to tell a good story, but this isn't one of those books you can say that about.

An unconvincing love story, boring plot, no conflict to speak of, there's just nothing to be had here for someone who appreciates good fiction except badly written characters and unimaginative plot.
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To weird not to share...

I got this little gem from someone on CollarMe, and it was to weird not to share. while i am not trying to make fun of someones desire to be a woman i am totally confused as to why this person sent this to me when i mention nothing about this on my profile etc.
anyways it was a few days ago when I got this and Im really trying to figure out if the sender is serious or just putting me on...

((He says:))

I really wanna be a girl! I should have clit and vagina between my legs!! I wanna wear a skirt and a bra, then I wanna pee sitting down and wipe off my vagina every time I pee.

about 3 days after i replied with a confused but polite response i get his from him...

And I wanna have a period too...
He also comments on how my semi nude photos ((Ive edited them not to show anything and because I am pretty proud of them I tend to post them on profiles and such, some of which have rules about what your allowed to show and not)) shouldn't be edited because Im soo hot, so I also politely inform him that what i do with my photos is none of his business.

How do I respond to all this? Ive never spoken to him before, and Im hoping I either get a response that explains why he sent it to me in the first place or that he never contacts me again, how am I supposed to help with that anyways?

I swear sometimes I must have some kind of vibe that attracts these kinds of people. Not trans gendered people mind you, no problems with them, but just truly weird shit that makes me wonder if Darwin was right.

Update as of last night: Still no response. Am I wrong to be disappointed just a little?

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Totally out of the blue!

So I have this good friend whom I met at one site or another, I found out recently, after spending several months getting close and very comfortable with her that she isn't genetically a female. now I have no problems with this, I still see her as a beautiful and caring woman, and while this doesn't freak me out in the least, I find myself wondering about the specifics of her body.

She states that she is a medically altered female hermaphrodite, which confuses me alot. I want to ask but the subject has never come up, I only found out because she mentioned it in passing, which i think means that she thinks I already knew, so Im at a loss as to how or even if I should bring the subject up. I want to tell her that i still find her beautiful, and that she is an awesome friend, but I also want to ask questions that will probably make me seem like an idiot.

Does anybody have any idea what i should do about this? C? Sydney? you two are my answer girls, any advice?
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Today was really tiring.

I got out of bed because i couldn't breathe but getting up just made it worse.

I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.

I'm so angry. Paul is grounded. AGAIN! And I'm not allowed to see him. EVER. It's just NOT FAIR. I hate my mom and I wish she was dead. This wouldn't happen if I was allowed to live with dad.

Last night I had to go and pay Joshua's bail. He's such a jerk. He got arrested for punching the Walmart clerk in the face for refusing to sell him beer. He's only 16!

I want to tell the world that my girlfriend Amy is the bomb! She made pizza last night, and even though I burnt my lips on the cheese, it was awesome!!!

I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.

I want to say thanks to my dad for giving me my own computer and digital camera. Here's a photo of my room. The weather in Ontario is cold. I have nothing more to say.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and a healthy imagination.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you next week's lottery numbers.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
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spent all last night in the hospital:(
Mom took me to vote (first time ever!) and i had a 103. fever too! after we were done we were going shopping for dinner and i realized i couldn't breathe! i almost passed out. so Joe's mom rushes me home, Joe dragging me into bed and leaving to go back to the store with my mom to help finish shopping. i slept. then i tried to eat but couldn't manage much i tried to go back to sleep but couldn't breathe. so we went to the hospital got home at 4 am. i went to sleep, just now woke up.

Ive been diagnosed with Asthma, with acute bronchitis aggravating it. nothing new, i had it as a kid, but i never thought i would have to be back on all that stuff again,

I haven't smoked a cigarette in a few weeks since i got sick. so that can't be it. I don't smoke near as much as Joe, sometimes i go weeks without then i will have times when i can smoke way to much, feeling bad i smoke to much, which makes me want to stop altogether, i think that im ruining myself, but they took chest xrays (What do you call Ray once he has been killed by a truck? an Ex Ray! haha) and they said my lungs looked very healthy. That being said i still think it will be a while till i pick up another one.

Oh yea, and when i voted i was listening to Nirvana on my MP3 player. now, every time i tell someone about the first time i voted i will have to tell them i was listening to "Rape Me" lol.
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Is it weird that i make my bed several times a day? Is it weirder still that I will wake Joe up sometimes so i can make the bed? I can't cope if the bed isn't just so, Everything has to be just right and if it's not i can't relax until it is. Now that i think about it I've always done this, even as a kid i remember sometimes getting up 2 or 3 times just to make the bed, it took me the longest times just to be able to sleep under the covers instead of on top of them with an extra blanket if i got cold. I think that me sleeping under the covers every night is progress. Even if i do wake Joe up to fix the sheets sometimes.
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