wow, it's been a long time since I updated anything here.

...i'll have to do that sometime. remind me to eta this shit.

what a crazy week. catching up with prompts a little at a time. here's last wednesday.

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there's a never have i ever game that i should recount later...

OOC: Monday prompt for charloft - a letter to your character.

Dear Sara:

...seriously, sometimes knowing isn't the same as knowing.

A little help with what really happened would be nice.

You're one of my favorite newer characters. I'm even affectionate towards your hatred of caps.

So cut me a break, wouldja?

Love,
Faye


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prompt: twosday.

1. Trick What's your favorite trick? It can be anything from a prank to a magic trick to whatever else comes to mind.

faking to the outside and cutting in when the blockers move out. (a "juke".)

roller derby aside...man, close up magic is the shit. david blaine is crazy, but really good table magic is incredible. all that "i'll write your dead grandma's name on this card and then i'll stick it in my pocket and now i'll shuffle and deal and this guy on the other side of the table will read it to me" stuff.

2. Treat What's your favorite childhood treat? Candy apples? Brownies? Snickers? And why?

candy corn, because it's awesome.
seriously, what about sugar-flavored wax-thing is so amazing?
but it is.

i told her i wouldn't use this thing! well, fair turnabout's fair play or whatever: neither does she.

i need new icons.

anyway, everyone seems to be joining this new comm where you answer questions about yourself etc, so i guess i'm going to post my answers in here. the one for yesterday was "make a playlist for your worst week ever".

this was my answer.

i learned when i was a teenager -
on those days that crawl inside you & try to break you from the inside, there's nothing you can do but keep your head up. i spent some time coming home crying. it didn't help. so i went back, this time with a smile on my face.

let me tell you, it scares people when you don't look hurt.

there are a lot of bad weeks you can have. i don't know what happened on "this" week. maybe i got knocked down one too many times in a bout, or got fired, or broke up with monday, or someone i love died, or maybe zombies came and attacked the earth.

somehow i think the music would stay the same. loud, spirited and enough to keep me fighting.
because that's what you do. you keep moving.

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i told her that i wouldn't post in this. did i tell her? i told her.


so, um, my life is really exciting. by which i mean...not at all really. had some of the stupidest customers on earth today:
-"hi, i'm looking for that shirt except in purple with a hood and no sleeves?" that would be an entirely different shirt, sir, and the reason you're looking for it is because we don't have it. i suggest etsy.

-"hi, i need spacers for my ears" "which ones?" "uh, the clear ones?" "no, what gauge are your piercings?" " i don't have gauged ears." "what SIZE was the needle?" "...normal?" fail.

but, i picked up ( ) by sigur ros with my discount, which makes me happy because my old copy got broken a while back and i haven't had the money to get a new one.

july 4th is coming up, which means a giant italian dinner in the north end with the rossi part of the family on the actual fourth (and sitting on the roof for fireworks watching - probably the best view will be kids in the street trying to kill themselves, facepalm) and then a barbecue with the atley half on the weekend. my family: you know you're loved if your stomach explodes.

might be bringing monday to the rossi get-together. some of the rossis know just like some of the atleys do, but nonna doesn't and neither do a couple of devoutly catholic we're-republican-mostly-because-democrats-eat-unborn-babies type uncles and aunts. and my mom keeps going, "hush, don't give your grandmother a heart attack," and that's really not what i need. fuck it, probably will drag her along anyway just for the roof fireworks and making her play street hockey with marc and luca and having a reason to avoid people.

anyway. that's about it.

okay, so. here's the thing. monday has one of these things and for some reason despite the fact that she just deleted all her entries to start fresh, she thinks it's urgently necessary that i get one.

so i have one now because somewhere around the time i agreed that waking up in her apartment every night and eating her food probably meant we were dating, all my willpower went out the damn window (i don't even like cats i swear really). she's a witch. a witch i tell yodcuacvl

see she even curses my keyboard.
anyway, so now i have one of these. no guarantees on better shiftkey usage in the future.

the witch seems to be putting some kind of odd spell on me in which i am compelled to go kiss her. hmmmm. must do further research.