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I'll give you my shopping list that I had to get for tomorrow's costume contest at work. You can guess from there.

Blue shirt, button up.
Dark short wig
beard/dark makeup for beard
halo and possibly angel wings
tub of Oxyclean.
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Adoption only. Too many children out there in need of a good home for me to dick around with the rest of it. I understand the overwhelming feeling of wanting someone of your own blood and genes, but I tend to feel that when it gets in the the costing thousands of dollars and causing months of heartbreak and tears, it's time to stop dreaming of the pregnancy and start dreaming of the family you're going to make, if that makes sense.

And, to be honest Thom and I are considering fostering/adopting after Liv is off to college. Every child deserves a good home, and I can promise at the very least mediocre...
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Yes. If she has some kind of bad reaction to the pill (I had them), I would be unable to get her the proper medical help in a timely manner, nor would I be able to accurately communicate accurately to her doctors what medication she is on.

Of course, I think (hope?) she would come to me first if she felt she needed contraception so that I can make the proper arrangements and also discuss the importance of barrier methods in addition to hormonal methods of contraception. I've already done so, but I've found constant repetition best with teen--their brains just aren't fully 'together' yet.

Mind you, that's just my input about MY child. I know other parents who would be completely unreasonable about admitting that teenagers have sex and do stupid things and need to be protected from the preventable consequences of doing predictablely stupid things.

Which is why I live in constant fear of one of my daughter's best friends showing up on MY doorstep pregnant and afraid to tell her parents.
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Always Forgive. Never Forget.
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Obviously I'm the only person on my FL who sees Wiley Coyote's face post-ACME-(insert large, heavy item here)-impact.
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I would always choose my SO, but the beauty of having a good SO is that he or she would never dream of making someone they love have to make that kind of choice.
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Absolutely, when within the confines of marriage vows as agreed between the two parties.

For me, it's not a question of sex or cheating or sleeping around. It's a question of "I swore to do something and I will do it because I keep my word. I expect the same effort and consideration from my partner. If someone cannot keep their promises on something as important this--where another person's feelings, emotions and life as they know it depend on them keeping their word--how can they be trusted to keep any promise of value?"

If you have an open marriage or Poly arrangements and ALL of you are on board with that, that's all for you. But if you swore to hold yourself to one and one only, and you break that vow and hurt someone, you're pretty much dirt in my eyes. (in other words, wait till you move out and file papers)

Harsh but true.


Strange that this is the first thing to make me break LJ silence in how long???
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HA! Until I had to take my first crap in the bushes. I'd die of mortification right then and there.
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I honestly don't think I'd care much since I'd already be dead.

I told Thom to cremate me. I suppose I should tell him as well to donate whatever bits and pieces of my decrepit shell would help others, but seriously... why would I care?

Burn me and tailgate my funeral like proper Southern people. Make great food and strong drink and consume it in my memory. Fill the void that I leave with love and laughter.
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It used to be Angelina Jolie based on one particular scene in Mr. and Mrs. Smith but now I think she's pretty repugnant. Adultery, no matter who does it, is not sexy.

I'ma gonna have have to say Helen Mirren. Classy, sexy, va-va-va-Voom.
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During the 3-Day. On the second day, [livejournal.com profile] telaryn and I got to the Upham Beach Cheering station and I saw a woman cheering us on. She was dressed in a pink sweatsuit and she had a pink cap on over her bald head. She was swollen and you could tell she was sick and exhausted and could barely hold her head up but she was cheering as hard as she could.

I felt something in my chest just kind of break, if that makes sense, and I walked up to her--sweaty and foul-smelling as I was--and I just bent down and hugged her. I was gentle, like she was made of the finest china. I didn't want to hurt her--God knows, she'd obviously been through enough and she had a long, hard road ahead of her. She hugged me back fiercely and whispered thanks in my ear.

Life-changing moments are few and far between. That was one and I will never, ever forget it.
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[Error: unknown template qotd] Honestly? None of them.

I didn't know them, they weren't part of my life in any way except from enjoying their work from a distance.

I recall the frenzy over Di's death still with a bemused wonderment. The entire world stopped and wailed and gnashed its teeth over a total stranger. True, she was a pretty, young, glamorous princess with a tragic story, but still... Would the world have dropped everything and explosively mourned her as much had she been fat? Or ugly? Or black? I don't know.

It seems the same with Heath Ledger. There are still people out on there weeping over his death who are not his family, his friends, his orphaned daughter or the mother of his child. Bizzare.

And how long has Kurt Cobain been dead now? Ten years? Longer? I was furious when he was termed "the voice" of my generation. He and his scuzzy wife and their drug-addled quasi-musical screaming never spoke for me or people like me. I was out on my own, working for a living, paying my bills, making the world mine instead of screaming incoherant rage at it.

I often think the electronic age has brought a new kind of meaning to the word "relationship". I mean, does it make people feel closer, more in touch with, more connected to celebrities when there really IS no real, tangible relationship? Do we now have an internet full of one-sided relationships--all the lines headed one way, like some sad, forlorn, deluded version of 70s string-and-nail art?

Just look at that poor kid who plays "Edward" in Twilight. He has girls (and their mothers) sighing to him that they love him and they want him to bite them and they want him to watch over them while they sleep (ew). There seems to be a disconnect between fiction and reality in a growing number of people.

Maybe I lack some vital emotional part or depth, but I really just don't understand it all.
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Heh. Well, if nothing else the Sparklegeddon will surely shut up all the "ObamaObamaObamaObamaObamaYESWEDIDObamaObamaObamaObamaPALINSUCKSObamaObamaObamaObama" with something new and exciting to talk about.

I'm not going to see it. Liv, being prime target audience, is. Today, even.
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Goslings golden rum.

It's a horrible habit I have. I drink when I write. For some reason the words seem to flow better and I don't have nearly as many second guesses and self edits when I've reached that very precise level. I'm not drunk. I'm mildly buzzed. I'm still functioning but I'm just happy and carefree enough that the story takes wing and goes onto that white page without me worrying about what people are going to think or what they're going to see IN ME when they read it.

I then go back the next day and tighten up and do small edits, but I force myself to keep the main gist of what I've done there.

I have been teaching myself to write completely bone dry sober but when I've got something particularly nerve-wracking to put down on paper, a little Jones sugar-free creme soda and golden rum comes in very handy.

Yes, I'm a lush. (but to be honest, part of that is from working in insurance 22 years.)

And if I ever get anything of any consequence sold, I'll be needing a liver transplant.

(ganked from [livejournal.com profile] peacockharpy, who is an INCREDIBLE writer)
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