The Dollhouse

Random post since no one is here anymore

2015-09-16T17:58:50Z

I figure this can be more like a personal thing.

I haven't taken my meds in almost a week or something and I'm getting sick - sore throat, general blech feeling. So I'm sure it's no wonder I'm feeling moody and generally sort of sad. I think more than anything, I'm tired.

There are a lot of wonderful things going on but at the same time...I don't know. It's hard to put words to.

Just the same, typing it out instead of holding it in is better.

Might do some more fanfic or writing of any kind. I make no promises about anything at the moment. All I want to do is nap right this moment. lol

Oy!

2015-08-29T03:05:39Z

Found my way back, I did!

Dunno who all is still around but who cares. lol I like here for writing and such. Now to hunt down old fics and what not ...

Writer's Block: Going the distance

2011-07-11T14:47:37Z

If that is what made the most sense, absolutely yes!

Writer's Block: Taking a trip with Mrs. Tibble

2011-04-27T21:02:09Z

My car is named Echo. She was thusly named because that was the type of car I was originally going to buy and because I am/was obsessed with Dollhouse.

'My' other car is Ivy. Also due to Dollhouse and in particular because Topher needed and Ivy for Halloween.

Ahhh... Topher/Ivy.

start for Friday March 4 Charloft Prompt

2011-03-17T21:00:01Z

1.Love of my kids
2.Love of my family
3.Love of animals
4.Determination
5.Strength
6.Passion
7.I'm sexy
8.....

I'm sorry. I don't have ten 'best' qualities. I don't even have ten 'good' qualities. I mean I was stretching out with the first three. Oh! Wait! If I add my kids...

8.Eve & Hayven
9.Eden & Hayden
10.Charles
11.Zack
12.Zoe

Of course I left all but Zoe behind... FUCK!

1.Gullible
2.Mistrustful
3.Sinner
4.Monster
5.Betrayer
6.Not good enough
7.Always letting everyone down
8.Running away
9.Cheap
10.Ugly

That one could keep going but it's depressing the fuck out of me. And I'm a slut. That's hard to do.

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Best and worst traits in a friend? I try not to have friends anymore. I lost that right when I let Dana and Rachel and everyone die. I lost it when I left Cleveland.

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Bleeding Heart Liberal, Canadian or just a human with a heart?

2011-01-24T19:06:02Z

There was an article about South Korea rescuing hostages from South Korea being held by Somali pirates. 8 pirates were killed.

The comments were all "Nuke Somalia" "Yay, now let's go kill the rest of the pirates" "If only the US dealt with terrorists this way" etc, etc. And unfortunately, they weren't being sarcastic.

I couldn't help it. I commented that "I am very glad for the safety of the hostages, but life had been lost. I'm not saying there was another way, only that somewhere, someone was mourning those that died."

The replies to this were:

"Spoken like a true bleeding heart Liberal. We should kill them too."
"Fine, you go there and ask them to stop and see what happens"

And one "I agree with you"

My inner response to the first was "Actually - Spoken like a Canadian, but that could be worse to some."

And I'm wondering why it is that I think death is sad is so offensive to some people? Sadly, it seems, to a majority of people. Scanning through the comments again today, I didn't find many sharing my sentiment.

It's not like I said "Those bad South Koreans! They shouldn't have killed those poor pirates!" I just think that there's always parts of the story we don't know.

I'm one of those people who rarely complain about food and usually eat what's in front of me. I'm grateful I have food. I'm grateful I'm not scouring dump sites for garbage to fuel a fire that doesn't keep my family warm. I'm grateful I have a place to live that isn't on the streets, that's protected from the elements and that the cold or heat doesn't penetrate to the point of the walls only serving to keep strangers out.

I'm grateful that I'm the kind of person who asks if someone is okay. Once, a friend and I were walking in Jackson Square, planning on a movie and something to eat. A girl in her teens was sitting on a bench, crying. A fresh black eye coloured her face. Parents walked by. Teenagers walked by. Elderly people walked by. I watched the entire time we approached and not one person - of at least 50 - talked to her. I made my friend stop. I asked the girl if she needed help. She said no, but that she was worried. The person who'd given her the black eye and some of their friends were waiting for her, having been removed from the mall by security. So I invited her to the movie. My friend thought I was crazy. What if those 'friends' of this girl's got angry at us? I said by the time the movie was over, they probably would have given up. And if not, I had my cell phone, we could go back inside and find security... we'd be fine.

So I convinced the girl to come with us. We took her to the bathroom to wash her face, went to the movie and took her to Tim Horton's to get a coffee afterwards. There was no one outside. I made sure she got home safely. I think just gave her a bus ticket, and waited at the stop with her. Just the same, the girl felt a lot better. I made her call me to tell me when she was home safely. We didn't become friends or anything, but I've seen her a few times. She's fine. She always smiles at me, even if neither of us has time to stop and talk.

There was a man sitting on the grass, his shoe off and rubbing his ankle. I didn't approach him or anything, but I did stop. I asked if he was okay. He was stunned and thanked me for asking, assuring me he just had a sore ankle that never went away and since it was nice out, he thought he'd give it a rest.

I don't understand people. I don't understand why I am so strange that these acts were so...profound to the people involved.

I don't understand how I have walked down a busy street, crying my heart out, and been completely ignored.

I'm glad I'm 'strange'. I hope that never changes.

If that makes me a true bleeding heart Liberal, the so be it. I'd rather be like I am than be like my friend who thought I was stupid for trying to take care of young girl because it could be 'dangerous'. I know there are risks and I do what I can to avoid those risks...but it doesn't take much to offer a little sympathy.

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2011-01-06T22:41:35Z


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Writer's Block: It was a very good year

2010-09-08T16:59:50Z

NOT 2010.

The real meaning of GIVING

2010-08-17T12:45:49Z

http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/03/11/cnnheroes.wallrath.vets.houses/index.html?hpt=C2

Now this is a person I can admire.

Writer's Block: Star struck

2010-08-17T12:40:41Z

I admit, I enjoy seeing pictures of their families, seeing them doing amazing volunteering trips. I enjoy seeing what they choose to share. If all the paparazzi were to disappear and all I ever saw was what they chose to share...I'd be thrilled.

Gossip and backstabbing is annoying and hurtful to anyone. It's one of the reasons I can't be bothered with politics. Campaigns are all about talking bad about the competition, not showing what can be done. It's gross.

Writer's Block: I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint

2010-08-04T12:44:14Z

I have NO clue. Tobacco and alcohol are far more dangerous.

Writer's Block: Too mainstream

2010-07-13T12:45:49Z

I like what I like and who cares if it's mainstream or unknown?

Writer's Block: Work, work, work

2010-07-09T12:48:26Z

I would absolutely rather get paid less to work at a job I love! Work is a huge portion of your life...if you truly hate it, no amount of money would make it worth it.

Writer's Block: Rescue mission

2010-06-17T13:26:56Z

My animals, actually. Which are neither belonging nor the arsonist. But between those two choices - my belongings. If you're going to set fire to someone's house, be smart enough not to get yourself trapped. :P

Writer's Block: TMI

2010-06-03T13:36:13Z

I would ask that person if they wanted me to know. If the decision was left to me, then yes. I would, and I would want that person to know all about me in return, if so desired.

I thinking being hurt by truth is better than being hurt by lies or omission, so I wouldn't be afraid of that. And perhaps there would be things I could help with or just be there...

I feel like it's Xena or Anne of Green Gables "That Person" "My Friend" lmao I'm such a loser.

Writer's Block: Cliff hanger

2010-05-28T19:57:26Z

I don't know... I've done a lot that people might consider dangerous.

I've been injured the worst simply walking down the street. :P

Another baby?! I SO knew it

2010-05-27T20:21:57Z

www.aceshowbiz.com/news/view/w0003270.html
hahahaha Oh. Bret/Kristi love.

Writer's Block: Do-over!

2010-05-25T12:35:50Z

Well, if I kept it, I wouldn't really want to re-do my whole life. I'd change the things I did in school, focus on different subjects so that it'd be easier now when I want to go back to school. I'd change my eating habits, prevent the issues I have now before they happened. That's pretty much it, really.

No matter how mad or frustrated I am with my mom, I've seen other people's parents. My mom is the best. I wouldn't trade her.

As for giving it to someone else, well, that seems like a jerky thing to do. o.O "Here your life sucks. Do it over."

So I'd keep it unless I told someone I had it and they said they really wanted it.

Writer's Block: Dream reader

2010-05-24T13:48:11Z

Not lately.

I used to have one where I was standing under stairs. They were stairs outside that led to the second floor of the house. It was all dirt under the stairs. I watch my mother and grandmother talking. The dirt starts jumping around me and I am pulled slowly into the ground. I'm screaming, calling out but it's as if there's an invisible barrier between me and my family. They keep talking. At one point they look over and smile and wave, like they still see me just standing there rather than being pulled under.

I always woke up around the time the dirt was reaching my face, like I couldn't stand to dream any more. I was always a child in this dream too. Probably around ten or eleven.

What does it say about me? I don't know. Probably about my abandonment issues. Abandonment, being ignored, etc. I had this dream from the time I was very little. I grew with the dream until I hit puberty. I bet that has something to do with it too. I hit puberty at eleven and my relationship with my grandmother changed in a bad way. I had this dream probably from about five years old to about seventeen regularly. Now I have it once every few years. That I can remember, at least.

Writer's Block: Goodness gracious

2010-05-22T17:35:59Z

Humankind? Not so much. That there are individuals within humankind that are fundamentally good, yes.

Just need to complain.

2010-05-14T19:44:54Z

I don't expect anyone to read this let alone comment or care.

First, I've had a migraine for over a week.

Second, I broke my baby toe on Monday and my foot is seriously killing me.

Third, I got a wicked flu Wednesday night.

Fourth, above flu (and sore foot and migraine) lasted through Thursday...my birthday...

Five, still throwing up today. (And my foot still hurts and my head would be better off somewhere not attached to my body).

Everything is way too loud and everything hurts. I'm so damn tired of being sick.

2010 is a shitty year. I agree with my mom. For once we will have a huge new year's party. Celebrate the death of 2010!!!!!!

Good things about this year? Seeing Karen! Meeting Rikki-Man! Seeing/meeting Bret before his hospital drama began (though we both knew something was wrong). I'm working full time again. Karen's moving here this year. I will be in better health this year. I will start riding horses again this year.

I bet I've lost weight from being sick. Hah. That's a good thing. It was getting scary.

Best part of my birthday? The news that Linda's cancer has shrunken to half the size! I started crying I was so happy to hear that.

Also. Rikki (Rockett - not the cat - since I thought for a brief half of half a second that was who it was) tweeted (that phrase still cracks me up. WTF?!) ahem... why don't we start that from the beginning?

Rikki tweeted that people should stop referring to Bret as the former Poison frontman, which we have been complaining about since the get-go.

I say again - I HATE being sick. I'd like to stop that now.

Writer's Block: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

2010-05-10T16:08:44Z

Echo & Ivy!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

Writer's Block: Take me to your leader!

2010-05-07T17:14:14Z

Yes I do. I have a gut belief in that I think it is impossible that only one planet in the whole of the universe has life. I think that maybe there's life we don't recognize as life.

Plus, I saw a UFO once. Nothing happened. No one was kidnapped or brainwashed or anything like that. It just was there, massive and above the apartment building. It was very odd because it didn't seem very odd. My mom saw it too.

Writer's Block: Bad trip.

2010-05-06T13:07:43Z

Probably the stupid hotel in Tucson where the one gave away our room and the other wasn't ready for us and the bed wasn't properly made... generally crappy.

Or when we get paranoid when Ivy isn't feeling well... That can be scary...

That hotel was shitty though.

Bret Michaels

2010-05-04T20:36:04Z

Bret is recovering very well, according to the press conference held today by his doctor(s).

It was even said that he has been discharged.

I can tell you how and why.

Bret: "I will do everything you want me to, but I'm going home. My daughter is not celebrating her birthday in a fucking hospital."

His youngest daughter, Jorja turns five tomorrow.

Considering it was only his fear at the idea of Kristi and the girls finding him unconscious in the hall way that kept him conscious and got him to the hospital and very likely kept him alive, there is no way he would not go home for Jorja's birthday unless he physically could not. Since he's been up and walking around to ensure the blood doesn't clot, that is not the case.

He will continue physical therapy and extended rest.

I cannot say how grateful I am that he is recovering so well and so quickly. Most people who go through this not only do not recover 100%, as is expected for Bret, but they are killed by the hemorrhage.

His recovery is anticipated to take only four to six weeks and then he will be able to be back to his old self.