Song of the month shuffle meme for March

Neko Case, "People Got a Lotta Nerve"

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Um. Huh.

Sounds about right.

You Are WRONG WAY

When you're confronted with a problem, you tend to tackle it quickly... and do the wrong thing. You're a learn as you go type of person. You may make some big mistakes. You often find yourself doing the exact opposite of what you should be doing. No big deal. You just do a u-turn and eventually end up where you wanted to be.

What Street Sign Are You?

Claire? If you're around, there's something I need to ask you.

[JMM] 14.2.5: Bang goes my universe, crash goes my world

What is one thing in your life that would completely shatter you if you lost?


When I woke up this morning, I hurt a little bit. Like little cramps on both sides of my abdomen. It's no big deal--apparently it's pretty normal. Something about the ligaments around the uterus stretching. No bleeding, no severe pain, so everything's okay.

Of course, it still scared me to death and I nearly went running to the emergency room and thank God I still have the presence of mind to realize that I'd know if something was really wrong, and to sit down and flip through my ever so handy dandy copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting for reassurance.

The thing is, I didn't want to be pregnant. I didn't want a kid. I didn't want to be a mother. I had a myriad of reasons why I'd be a bad one. It had been discussed and very, very firmly decided against.

And things happened, and now we're having a baby. And I'm terrified, terrified of losing it.

I'm terrified that there's no way I can keep a child safe, much less carry it and bring it safely into the world. I'm afraid that karma's gonna come back to bite us and that the baby's gonna suffer for our mistakes. I'm afraid that the Powers are gonna take it away to punish me for quitting. I've been so paranoid and so hyper-aware of my body and what's happening to it that every time I feel one of those little aches or a tugging or anything at all, even if I know it's something I know is totally normal I'll think No no no, please, I didn't mean it. Just let me keep it. I'll take care of it. I'll be good to it. I promise.

I didn't want it. But I can't lose it.

I just can't.

Most people just buy trinkets from countries they visit. Angie buys babies.

Could always use a new baby.

I could swear I've done this one already, but.

1. When you are getting physical with someone, do you prefer to be dominant or submissive? Depends, though I tend to get impatient and pushy.

2. With your current razor, do you get a good, clean shave? Well if I didn't, I wouldn't be using it.

3. Describe your favorite pair of underwear? Black lacy boycuts that go with my favorite cami. Though tomorrow I'll probably say the black and pink thong is my favorite. Or the whites pair with Hello Kitty on the butt.

4. What are your thoughts on God? Kid with an ant farm.

5. Do you prefer vampires or werewolves? Vampires because I can stake 'em. Werewolves are much more complicated and dangerous.
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[ToD] Dare: Destroy it.

[ooc: inspried by this conversation. elementof_risk used with permission and a whole lotta love]

“…What are you doing?”

Baileigh quickly slid a piece of construction paper over the infamous mouse ears picture, but she could tell by the look on his face that he’d already seen it. She bit her lower lip and gave him the best sweet, wide-eyed innocent look that she could produce; it was a shame he never fell for those. Damn. “Scrapbooking?”

“Give me the picture.”

She squealed and snatched up the incriminating evidence before he could and hugged it protectively to her chest, turning away and shaking her head. “Uh-uh, no!! Mine!”

“Baileigh, as much as I may love you, you are not putting that in a photo album--”

“Scrapbook!”

“--glorified and ridiculously overdone photo album--”

Her mouth fell open. “They are not!”

Julian sighed and made the face that she’d come to think of as his ‘gathering patience’ face. “We agreed that if you weren’t going to burn it, it wouldn’t be shown to anyone.”

“It won’t be!” She pouted again, quivered her lower lip. “This is just for me! I swear, I’m gonna be the only person to look at it. Promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye and you know I don‘t kid around when it comes to sharp objects close to the cornea.”

He didn‘t appear convinced. “No one makes those things just for themselves, love.”

“I do!” She put on her best pout and gathered the album up in her arms as well, lest he decide to take it and hold it as ransom. “This is totally and completely, one hundred percent, just for me. In fact, you know what, you can't even look at it. You don't have the clearance. That's how exclusive these pictures are. And I promise if we‘re ever raided by the CIA this picture the first thing that goes into the shredder, but you should also know that your continued happiness? May very well depend on this scrapbooks continued existence.”

She kept her poker face as he studied her--it wasn’t hard to make it seem like she meant it, since, well, she kind of meant it--and when he finally sighed, she knew that she’d most definitely won. “Don’t leave it lying about. You never know what the puppy might decide to chew on.”

“Duly noted.” She beamed at him and settled back down on the couch comfortably. “Hand me those glitter pens, would you please?”