tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190157392011-12-04T18:05:47.986-08:00Crazy, insane, confused; a basket case. Not attached where it really counts, much like a door. And I'd help you out, but I didn't see where you came in. <p>You found me HOW?<br> 11/30/08: <i>Twilight</i><br> 09/17/08: <i>Where oh where (Hee Haw)</i><br> 06/25/08: <i>La Femme Nikita</i><br> 02/16/08: <i>Iron Jawed Angels</i><br> 02/10/08: <i>Liberty Mutual commercial</i><br></p>Unhingednoreply@blogger.comBlogger3431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-81428961024472151692011-08-13T22:37:00.000-07:002011-08-13T22:37:29.124-07:00

I'm on Facebook. ... on Google+. ... and I still have the same e-mail address! I'm still alive. Still breathing and learning and fighting. Whenever I miss Unhinged, I come back to read. It's an unexpected blessing. Who'da thunk? ~*~*~*~ I'm smiling big and wide and all dorky-like. Take care.

Unhingednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-38569159104008117322011-03-06T11:44:00.000-08:002011-03-06T11:44:38.092-08:00

We have a dishwasher at work. Actually, we have a full kitchen; oven, microwave, a refrigerator with photos stuck on it, cabinets full of mismatched dishes and unopened mustard and mayonnaise. All we really need is an oven mit. Everyone in the office gradually fills the dishwasher as the day goes by. At the end of it, the dishwasher is an OCD's worst nightmare. There are coffee cups in the racks

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-62511946007562708172011-03-02T22:18:00.000-08:002011-03-02T22:27:39.881-08:00

What's the point of having a blog if I can't bitch and rant? You know what stinks? Being made to feel as if you are the bad guy when you have to complain about something.  At 5:20 p.m., there are repairmen outside my front door in a hallway that has a CEMENT slab floor. A bunch of plumbing/cutting tools (lots of stuff I can't identify by name) are stretched all along the front hall and

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-24381832038528899742010-10-12T20:05:00.000-07:002010-10-17T14:04:25.453-07:00

First, make sure you have a mostly-neglected blog/journal/website. If there's a post older than six months on the first page, you're off to a promising start. Five or more broken links and you're a slacker-stah! Make up creative excuses. Like how the only good ideas come when you're in the shower, or busy fighting off a one-eyed green alien from trying to stick that thermometer up your butt,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-45786207615039912792010-08-24T19:59:00.000-07:002010-08-24T20:12:57.344-07:00

So it's been a while. My cell phone alarm still goes off 90 seconds before my clock alarm. I had to do that because of the dang power outtage that fried my hide and made me late to work that one day... It's amazing how deeply and quickly I can fall back to sleep in that tiny space of time. I still hoof it to work in the morning because I hate dragging my bones out of bed. I don't want to go to

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-354939683708998332010-07-22T22:44:00.000-07:002010-07-22T22:44:28.023-07:00

...Well, why not? Somewhere in Earth's southern hemisphere, it's cold enough for a wintry blizzard. I've been reading back through old blog posts on my AOL Journal and laughing about how naively wacky I came across. I covered everything from the abdominal/abominal/whatzit snowman:  "So how do you spell the uh-bomb-uh-duh-ble snowman?" I asked my mom, Oogie."Abominable snowman." "Are you

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-24099680764817436692010-06-28T21:00:00.000-07:002010-06-28T21:06:05.842-07:00

I learned the Zombie March last fall to honor Michael Jackson's passing, and when I saw this YouTube video of (what I think is the Glee cast) dancing to one of my favorite songs, I started doing the shoulder-neck jerk thing.  Zombie March. Safety Dance. What's not to like? (Plus, I think MJ would've gotten a kick out of this.) Check out the awesome: Sadly, I can't move like this. Never

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-48843713804342760152010-06-22T22:42:00.000-07:002010-06-22T22:51:08.527-07:00

Last week it was Lakers mania at the Staples Center. They won. Excitement abounded. I wore yellow to work on Friday. This week, it's Eclipse total. Freaking. Madness. These people are camping out four days in advance of the movie premiere. Just look at those tents spread all out on the concrete in front of the big screen at the Staples Center. Whoa, some cool looking tents there... (Incidentally

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-53440104518790530492010-05-11T21:30:00.000-07:002010-08-21T15:28:39.367-07:00

So I'm watching and listening to this video called It's A Beautiful Lie (which was filmed right on the ice, and it's a cool video) and I'm thinking, wow, that really looks like Jared Leto. I had the biggest crush on him from My So Called Life, one of my favorite TV series (canceled way too soon, by the way). Well, guess what? It is Jared effin Leto. And that's 30 Seconds to Mars playing. Wow!

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-83614362226883060312010-03-14T23:31:00.000-07:002010-03-14T23:31:16.122-07:00

I poured dry coffee creamer over my Cherrios this morning. I meant to pour the sugar. But I ate it anyway and it wasn't that bad. It wasn't that good, either, but maybe it was a mistake meant to happen. A double dose of calcium for strong bones and teeth. They have chocolate Cherrios now and I simply must try them. Not to mention, there's less confusion in mistaking coffee creamer for sugar. And

Unhingednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-24870194686546371762010-03-13T19:38:00.000-08:002010-03-13T20:20:10.607-08:00

I mean Dawes. His name was Dawes. My biggest childhood fear, not including spiders or what might have been hiding under my bed at night, was my dentist. A week ahead of appointment time, I would start counting down the days with dread. It felt like being on death row, not that I know anything about being on death row, but how else can I explain about that sucking black hole in the pit of my

Unhingednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-73983607992390093802010-03-07T04:33:00.000-08:002010-03-07T04:44:33.388-08:00

Or should I say morning.For whatever reason, I had the thought while being driven home by taxi tonight that when palm trees are left to grow wild, they look like black Q-tips against a gray sky at night. Or morning. I don't see the tall palms in the city--West Hollywood, Beverly Hills, etc. Those trees are trimmed regularly and the trucks look pineapples. Sometimes old or dying fronds will fall

Unhingednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-37339772847832626782010-02-28T17:53:00.000-08:002010-02-28T18:42:42.328-08:00

I thought I could say goodbye to Unhinged, but I kept thinking of opinions I'd read before about people who up and abandoned their blogs with no warning whatsoever. I didn't think it'd matter, you know? The only person I have to own up to is the one who looks back at me in the mirror, but her eyes are getting sharper as fast as they are getting weaker. She doesn't let me get away with anything,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-59441740605710670512009-12-05T15:28:00.000-08:002009-12-05T17:39:56.613-08:00

Ohmigod, it's the first blog post in almost three months.Wow, it doesn't seem that long, but I double-checked the date and yep, it's beenTHAT long.On Saturday, October 24, 2009, at 5:30 pacific standard time, I took part in the Thrill The World event, an annual worldwide simultaneous dance of Michael Jackson's Thriller. Zombies from all over the world participated! PEI (Prince Edward Island,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-9249209502053781582009-09-09T19:31:00.001-07:002010-03-02T22:00:50.318-08:00

I love Jimmy Fallon. I love Robert Pattinson. I love Twilight, etc.(I hope a year or so from now, this dang video clip is STILL here because I know I'm going to want to laugh over it more than just ten times.)Some of the impressions are spot-on. Love! Hah, hah, hah!Edited to add the March 2010 skit with Robert Pattinson in the tree with Jimmy Fallon!

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-86489913214196618852009-08-19T20:24:00.000-07:002009-08-22T02:38:29.008-07:00

Okay, so I'm a Twilight saga girl. (Yeah. Hi. Where's Edward?)First comes Twi-light, stay-ning the skah-eye.Next comes New Moon, an ya can't see nah-eye.So it's apparent from the first two New Moon trailer gulps that Summit (producer of the movie series) has forked out more moola for a bigger budget this time around. I fully realize that the Twilight movie trailers were better at stirring

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-83929120792838112632009-08-15T20:08:00.000-07:002009-08-15T20:24:27.354-07:00

An anchor post, really, just to show I'm still alive. (Hey there, hi there!)I just have nothing to say. I'm caught in between right now, kind of in a limbo. And it's not my way to go into depth about that kind of crap. So instead, I give you a high five and fun music, because that's just how I roll. I love this guy and I've never been able to watch this vid without grinning. I've done almost all

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-7880644800416240982009-07-29T20:43:00.000-07:002009-07-29T20:47:57.235-07:00

Owwwww, it was a painful day for my department at work. I'm talking tears, frustration, sadness and fear. We all still have our jobs, but now we're just ... making a lot less.So I went in search of something that kicked and found it in 2D -- music and visuals. Because when things get tough, I just have to get tougher.(Um, tomorrow.)

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-6534698567798900592009-07-24T14:52:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:54:40.905-07:00

Need a laugh?

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-26193714876993635172009-07-06T21:14:00.000-07:002009-07-06T21:33:10.187-07:00

Not much to write, I think I'm getting it all out in fan fiction. I'm working on two different pieces right now--my angsty WIP, and something humorous to balance out all that darkness. Plus, I've been nominated for an award!* Woo-hoo! I know I won't win, but it's nice just to be singled out in a fandom as huge as the Twilight one is.I haven't forgotten anyone, even though I haven't been making my

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-33656349676265192122009-06-28T17:42:00.000-07:002009-06-28T18:01:48.085-07:00

Everyone's posting about and talking about Michael Jackson's death, and I figured I'd do a little post as well. I wanted to include a certain video, but couldn't find it on YouTube. And then I remembered I'd posted it here at Unhinged, so I tracked it down and was surprised at what I found. This is what I'd written:MJ: Hot DAMN. Sunday, August 03, 2008, 5:26 PMSo I signed on to the Internet as

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-28446278154116616832009-06-24T18:19:00.000-07:002009-06-24T18:25:22.674-07:00

One of the things I like to do best in the whole wide world (not just HALF of the world, but the whole friggen world) is to laugh uncontrollably. You know the kind of laugh that steals your voice, your breath, makes you cry, makes your stomach ache? That kind.A few weeks ago, I got an email from a friend with a 40 second animated gif of a guy falling on a treadmill. I watched it over and over,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-79697476703167381942009-06-15T21:08:00.000-07:002009-06-15T21:14:43.574-07:00

I remember when I first saw this video as a kid. My mouth and eyes were wide as saucers--first by the screaming, spitting father (devil's spawn, surely), then by blondy. This video by Twisted Sister was hawt, scandalous stuff, shown when MTV was really (really, really) popular and us kids used to fall asleep watching videos. It was the thing to do.Forget the stereo, just turn the TV channel to

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-87896533482890962382009-06-04T19:16:00.000-07:002009-06-04T21:22:31.315-07:00

I got a call today at work."Kepthsiturioueorsermlsjfluaek-sknnfn-showroom."Um, what?"What?" I asked."Keanu Reeves is in the showroom.""No! No way! You're kidding, right? Our showroom? Right now? Upstairs?""Yep.""I'll be right there!"clickSo me and my feet-dragging posse made like greased lightning for floor six. I broke into a sweat before we hit the elevator. Anybody who knows me knows that

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-76544177781833393422009-05-31T11:58:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:23:28.496-07:00

So my alarm went off this morning and I drug my bones out of bed, sleeeeeepy, still so sleeeeeepy. I hopped in the shower and thought about how I wished I was still in bed. I blew dry my hair, thought about what to wear, then leaned over to check out my cell phone because it has a clock on it and all. And because I was running late as usual.Then I noticed that it was SUNDAY.God help me when I

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-36950450312475673222009-05-25T22:24:00.000-07:002009-05-25T22:29:49.272-07:00

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how -NietzscheI hope I won the lottery!!!!

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-36472926815367241082009-05-14T20:37:00.000-07:002009-05-14T21:03:41.235-07:00

In the tenth grade, my English teacher read an assignment of mine out loud to the class -- a short story based on the book and movie titled Shane -- and later persuaded me to move to honors English. Well, between he and Oogie, they convinced me within an inch of my life that it was a move that could only benefit one who possessed such talent as I.I'd never been so publicly embarrassed over a

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-16369721039630590352009-05-13T23:16:00.000-07:002009-05-13T23:54:38.886-07:00

A repost I just had to share again because hey, it was great fun.Monday, October 16, 2006, 7:19 PMPractice safe eating - always use condimentsAs soon as I walk into the place, I can smell the fish. Not breaded and fried, not buttered and broiled, but the old fashioned fishy kind. As in … recently alive and now naked, sans skills, gills and frills.Where am I? Tokoro in Pasadena, California, which

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-34372602246384274652009-05-07T17:58:00.000-07:002009-05-10T10:16:46.574-07:00

Just a wee note to break through all this dang silence. If it's anything that makes me more uncomfortable, it's silence. Guess that's why I'm always posting songs. This next one makes me giggle like a fiend. (So this is how they act over in Japan late at night? Doing the pop-n-lock?) Heh, it's got a nice beat, too.So all is well with me--I still have a job (but nothing is certain, they could

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-37863174979915772832009-04-25T20:52:00.000-07:002009-04-25T22:16:40.269-07:00

I am a child of tomorrow. But here I am in this moment. There is no where else to be. Even if ever since kindergarten, I've always imagined life two years or more ahead.Still, I realize looking ahead can be a good thing if I have goals in mind: concrete things to work my way towards. (Which I never had, aside from being a best selling novelist by the age of 30 because I figured by the age of 30,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-74449968983421044722009-04-23T19:28:00.000-07:002009-04-23T19:44:33.173-07:00

More than one person has told me I should do a drunk blog post. (Sinners! Sinners!) And so I give you a three-sheets-shaking post.So far, all I'm really doing is going back to fix all the damn typos. Frick to the oompth.And yeah, my last post about control was about control, was about control. No commenting allowed on purpose. (Sorry. But Ye Sneakers worked around that, heh, heh, heh.)~*~*~*~When

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-46237024572108018862009-04-19T20:24:00.000-07:002009-04-19T20:30:45.848-07:00

Control is that thing I do when I pee, especially when I really-really-really have to go. When going is all about ah and the relief of it all.I stop the flow. I go against the instinct to let go, even when it's hard.(Especially if it's hard, but that's the point.)Because I can. It's a form of control.

Unhingednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-64986967278442005342009-04-15T18:18:00.000-07:002009-04-15T19:07:53.637-07:00

This is one of those crazy memes I found god knows where. I laughed myself into a runny nose when I played along. I also started sweating because I was laughing so hard--I laugh at the dumbest things.If you're reading these and like 'em, I challenge you to pick ONE (or more if you want to) and leave me your "whatever" name in the comments. Because I want to laugh myself silly over your name, I do

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-49640180216219092582009-04-13T19:28:00.000-07:002009-04-13T20:25:11.034-07:00

The world, it be fracturedSome time today around 3:00, gravity-times-twenty came to rest on my eyelids. It was all I could do to keep my nose from nestling in between the cracks of my keyboard. And I'd just like to say eyeballing a computer monitor in this state should be this-side of illegal. Surely, someone should've been close enough to snap photos because I bet I looked hilarious

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-69278045750681439952009-04-12T17:11:00.000-07:002009-04-13T00:19:19.052-07:00

Ever suffered a near-death experience?Email me.Okay, so I'm still writing Twilight saga fan fiction because I have no life. Also, because I love vampires. One in particular. Edward's so jam-packed of angst, feels like he's the worst thing ever born on earth, which understandably blinds him to his own worth. On top of this, he's in love and fighting bloodlust for the one he loves, and he's

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-12558906704899826862009-04-11T18:47:00.000-07:002009-04-11T21:14:53.543-07:00

Ach, I'm a sunuvagun. By the time I remembered to post last night, it was after midnight and that was that. Not that I mind too much. I was here. I was this-close.Actually, I was friggen upset yesterday, about a matter I can't post about here but wish I could. Basically, it boils down to the fact that, after being accused of something (indirectly or not), I am not convincing at all when I am

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-61613176074303364202009-04-09T21:30:00.000-07:002009-04-09T21:49:57.454-07:00

Well, I figure I gotta give this a shot--blog at least seven days in a row or something--before I break another promise to myself and let a day go by with no post. Can't have that.Because I really didn't want to blog tonight. My head's still on top of my neck, but my brain isn't here. It's...lessee...my brain is somewhere in the past.There was that day at church camp when a bunch of the kids

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-91892863327860886972009-04-08T18:45:00.000-07:002009-04-08T19:16:23.988-07:00

This was my visual orientation of sorts--a string of graphics visitors found when they visited me at my AOL Journal.I miss it. (The photo string, I mean.)Clicking the photo makes it bigger, not as big as I want, but exporting it in a larger fashion is going to take more time and effort than I want to spend at this point.I'm really lazy.

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-78821707273252818802009-04-07T18:50:00.000-07:002009-04-07T21:08:36.415-07:00

My biggest childhood fear, not including spiders or the dark, was my dentist. A week ahead of appointment time, I would start counting down the days with dread. It felt like being on Death Row, not that I know anything about being on Death Row, but I do know something about that awful sucking black hole in the pit of my stomach.Every appointment time--every time I went--I was more nervous than I

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-38353785238665660212009-04-06T21:44:00.000-07:002009-04-06T22:07:46.820-07:00

My mornings consist of me getting up, showering, blow-drying my hair, doing my make-up...and looking in the mirror and giving up. But by then it's usually too late.(I just read that back and see that I forgot to mention the part where I also get dressed. Pretty funny, so I think I'll just leave it like it is.)I have decided to try and force myself to blog every day. And since this is my blog, I

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-34254092956226757672009-04-05T17:32:00.000-07:002009-04-05T17:52:48.878-07:00

Forget my crappy knees and sucky attitude, I want to be like Mulan. Make a man out of me!Mulan is my favorite Disney movie character. My heart broke more than once while watching her story, but I was cheering hard all the way through. She's one of those I'm never going to quit, never going to give up characters. And yeah, it's just a cartoon, but it was movie magic for me when her time of triumph

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-61088809263234033232009-03-30T20:18:00.000-07:002009-03-31T00:11:07.625-07:00

One of my longtime online writer buds sent me an email the other day to ask about the real reason why I wasn't writing [blogging]. Because I suspect more than one reader has wondered the same thing, I thought I'd post about it. Besides, since I immediately cringed after reading the email, I figure it's a good question for me (and for the cough-emailer-cough).So. Okay, this is me trying to post

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-32801912656442706142009-03-26T17:46:00.000-07:002009-03-27T13:12:19.348-07:00

Just when I thought I was the only argen-fargen one.(if you choose to try this, beware: there be pop-up ads)HowManyOfMe.comThere are704people with my name in the U.S.A.How many have your name?

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-75151072027331931772009-03-23T19:31:00.000-07:002009-03-23T21:12:21.500-07:00

(I've been eyeballing my dormant blog. Curling my lip at it. What, what, what to write?!)Okay.This.see more Lolcats and funny picturesWe have automatic flushing toilets in the building where I work. Only they don't flush all the goop down the hole, which means you're treated to the sight of the crap left over from the person who used the stall before you did. Over time, it builds up and builds up

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-75341583234288539262009-03-09T18:10:00.000-07:002009-03-09T18:21:19.457-07:00

I have a fail safe for getting up in the morning because once, I didn't get up in time. My cell phone goes off two minutes before my alarm clock does. Voila! Presto. (As long as I remember to charge it, which hasn't been a problem yet.)And the cell phone went off this morning like clock work. I remember bolting up in bed, wondering what the noise was (I must have been deep in dreamland). I saw

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-69848742171096156082009-03-05T18:57:00.000-08:002009-03-05T20:58:59.581-08:00

Twilight is already painting the sky in vibrant colors of violet and mauve as she comes around the corner and sees what she's been looking for. It's a vacated store front, complete with a wide overhang and a deep entrance, just perfect for hiding.As long as she can get away with it, that is.She unfolds her cardboard and props the sides up against the two glass walls. The flimsy pressed board,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-17493027075120613882009-03-01T16:03:00.000-08:002009-03-03T20:40:27.743-08:00

On the way to work Friday morning, I noticed a line across the sky--the kind that jet airplanes poop out and leave behind. I know the line was straight (well, as straight as that kind of thing goes), but it looked like an arch. It looked like I was standing below the concave top of the earth. And for a moment, I felt like I was standing on top of the world. Note to self: locate camera. bring

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-5432560947103717352009-02-25T19:27:00.000-08:002009-03-01T17:29:30.918-08:00

I was looking back over some of my old AOL-J blog posts and came across something that just kicked me in the butt. It was a contest entry (which I didn't win, lol) about why I wanted to journal. Seems like it was just the thing for me to re-read tonight.July 20, 2005Why Journal?Well, it's kind of like playing the lottery, only instead of trying to hit the winning numbers, I hoped to find a

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I look back over my Unhingey posts of the last few months...of last year...and my posture goes to hell and I sigh. I can't help but think that I am not unhinged anymore. I've had that thought more than once, too. (It hurts, in case you wonder. Do I call it quits and hate myself for giving up, or do I struggle on and stress about posting here until the stress goes away as all things do? Life has

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-10703040794285407652009-02-17T19:20:00.000-08:002009-03-01T17:29:06.931-08:00

Just a quick update of sorts where I share how friggen Pee Ohed I am right now.After hemming and hawing, wracking my brains, dragging my feet, stopping and starting, growling and moaning over it for weeks, I finally hit my stride writing the next installment of A Forever Moment.It was such a happy relief.But then it got to be after eleven, and I had to stop writing and hit the sack.I've been

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I came across this video on another site I read and loved the image. Loved the music. Loved the idea.From the website that talks about these floating lanterns and the idea behind them: The Buddhist tradition states that when you release a lantern, Kome Loy, into the sky, you are releasing your misgivings and are to make a wish. So for this Tuesday, I am making a wish. I'm not going to tell you,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-28149397448286180462009-01-27T19:47:00.000-08:002009-01-27T20:09:32.207-08:00

If I was a cat, this would totally be me on a Tuesday.Anybody who knows me knows that me and Tuesdays just don't get along. I gag at Tuesdays. Mondays are okay (not great), but Tuesdays always seem to bite me on the butt. There's a history of Tuesday-er-ee bad luck dating back to...oh, the eighties...of me um-de-gesh-de-her-de-herring my way through a Tuesday.This one wasn't so bad, by the way. I

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-81510006183228543852009-01-26T20:28:00.000-08:002009-01-26T21:06:39.658-08:00

Mamma mia, here I go again. Mah-mah, how can I resist ya? Yeah, crap. I will never again be able listen to ABBA without thinking of Meryl Streep and Pierce Brosnan. I don’t think this is a bad thing because I loved the movie, but it kind of bugs me anyway.Someone found my blog yesterday after typing this into Google's search engine: Do your hips unhinge when giving birth.I was wincing all day

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-77072108209099387572009-01-24T09:47:00.000-08:002009-01-24T12:29:38.226-08:00

You know, I have tons of ideas to write about until I actually sit here and try to do it.Arrested Development's Everyday PeopleIt's raining here in Los Angeles, but the sound is like someone taking a forever leak. It's just a drizzle and it keeps going and going, so I dreamed all night long about having to go pee. Very frustrating. But I won't complain (much) because it beats having a

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It's late. I'm tired. I meant to write an update yesterday yesterday, dang it. These are my favorite kind of posts, anyway. Being randomistic means I don't have to concentrate. Yaay.Sneezing in the officeDo you feel guilty if you don’t say bless you to someone who sneezes? I do. It's like pulling the staples out of pages--I just have to friggen do it. And then there are the times when I sneeze

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-81296151195875013992009-01-08T21:24:00.000-08:002009-01-11T16:54:27.806-08:00

I was drowsing peacefully tonight when a small earthquake shook me awake. I didn't know what was happening at first because I was groggy, and then I did realize, and I bolted up and pulled on some socks. Because it's better to meet Fate with socks on in times like these, I think I thought at the time...So now I can't sleep, and I figured I might as well write (on my next Twilight fan fiction

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-22956343198425175372008-12-30T19:10:00.000-08:002009-01-11T16:53:46.240-08:00

What's a self-professed Twihard girl to do when the characters from the books won't get the frell out of her mind?Write fan fiction, of course.~*~*~*~If you haven't read Breaking Dawn yet and don't want to be spoiled, stop reading now.Yep, now.Now would be good. ~*~*~*~Ever since reading Breaking Dawn in August, I've felt cheated.Stephenie Meyer did a hair-yanking, pulse-pounding wonderful job (

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-63480279032654263042008-12-23T19:18:00.000-08:002008-12-23T19:47:59.392-08:00

This is a Holiday repost. I still read it and feel like Little Girly Me. And I owe it all to my Mommy Dearest, who never stopped long enough to collect her $200 when she passed Go. Nope, she was too dang busy wrapping presents and gagging over Santa's Oreos. I still remember the magic of the holidays as a girl, when I felt the presence of Santa's elves in the coat closet, those sneaky elves who

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One of the funniest holiday memories I have is of the time I told Oogie that my ex-hubby wanted a hingeless screwdriver.This is funny on a lot of levels, the first being that my ex never-never, never fricken ever, wanted presents. Oogie, my Mommy Dearest, is all about (un-subconsciously) vanquishing Scrooges and my ex was a prime specimen. (Okay, not that my ex was a Scrooge, he just thought if

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-91116962392940609042008-12-10T18:11:00.000-08:002008-12-10T21:03:21.644-08:00

Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah, nyah-NYAH! So what! I'm still a rock star, I got my rock moves, but I haven’t felt like writing hooey-blooey lately, maybe because I wrote myself alllll out on the Twilight movie-to-book comparison. I was like one possessed while I wrote it. Couldn’t stop thinking about it when I did anything else but writing about it (I tried). I simply HAD to get to the frigging end.

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This is an in-depth analysis of sorts where I compare the book to some of my favorite movie scenes. This post is rife with spoilers, and it's long.VERY long.The book's draw: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT & COMMUNICATIONOne of the reasons why I love the book so much is due to all of the talking Edward and Bella do. That's how they get to know each other, that's how they fall in love (although the story

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-10665557130232921232008-11-23T18:52:00.000-08:002008-11-23T19:31:23.426-08:00

Sometimes, it's best to just listen...to nod and grin my quirky grin at the speaker. To do nothing else because anything more might ruin it. Why did I ever think that the simple act of listening, of hearing and acknowledgment, meant weakness?And so I offer my ear and my hug. It's my Thanksgiving Gift.And I offer my thanks to those who have gone the extra mile for me. (Thank you to you, too,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-27417738089865452372008-11-09T16:03:00.000-08:002008-11-09T16:15:08.403-08:00

Crap! What does a girl write when there's nothing really to write?Um, nothing. Nothing much.I've given up on NaNoWriMo. I am so out of practice, but more than that, I can't seem to concentrate on something long enough to produce a result. So I'm backing away. I am not prepared, nor do I have the energy, to be a writer. At least not right now.Meanwhile, I'm doing a lot of reading and some writing.

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-67755871928660740882008-11-01T10:58:00.000-07:002008-11-01T11:37:27.861-07:00

I cheated. I started writing last night. What I wrote sucks--all 98 [passive] words of it--but for now, it kind of captures the feeling I'm going for. I wouldn't have obsessed over this ten years ago. I have to get those non-obsessive feelings back (yeah, at the same time I'm trying to cultivate them in entirely different way).My father told me I belong to the Demon race when I was eight, and

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-41076882417132809552008-10-30T19:45:00.000-07:002008-10-30T21:13:36.939-07:00

Something finally clicked in my head today and two characters have been revealing themselves to me. They're still ghost-like in my mind, but they interest me enough that I want to give NaNoWriMo a chance. I'm a little bit excited (mostly scared, though), but then I usually am when I start something.Now I just have to keep fanning the flames of what could grow into an obsession--because that's

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-67979615535412556912008-10-28T19:48:00.000-07:002008-10-28T20:17:23.692-07:00

A few weeks ago, my sister asked me to write her a letter. You know--like how we did back in the olden days before email became the normal lazy-man's-way of communication. And so I've been trying to write a letter in longhand (gasp!). After two paragraphs, my hand got stiff and I knew I had that look on my face. That look that said oh, OW, my poor fricken hand. I used to take such pride in my

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The trust is BROKENIt's the latest installment of you've GOT to be kidding me. Actually, I have more than one, so I'll settle for the most inconvenient of them: I can't surf the Internet at work anymore. Somehow, some way, I've downloaded viruses onto my computer and I have no idea how it happened. It's not like I play games, visit porn sites, or download information from unknown sources. But

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-25743334941663621442008-10-21T17:41:00.000-07:002008-10-21T21:38:51.515-07:00

If you don’t eat the fortune cookie you open, does that mean the fortune won’t come true?Unisom helped me get my Zsss last night, but I still woke up more often than I wanted. Where’s Mr. Sandman, anyway? Doesn’t he take care of people who have bad backs, too? I pulled a muscle while blow drying my hair last Friday morning and life hasn't been the same since. That’ll teach me to blow dry my hair,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-21377665022453136852008-10-18T10:08:00.000-07:002008-10-18T11:32:32.487-07:00

So National Novel Writing Month is almost here. I received my sign-up reminder email on Friday and read it with a sense of dread because I've tried and failed at at NaNoWriMo three years running and I don't want to go for a fourth. I'd love to try it again--to feel that sense of optimism, to actively work towards a goal. But until I read everyone's comments, I wasn't even going to consider giving

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-65453515470233132562008-10-16T17:46:00.000-07:002008-10-17T07:07:31.661-07:00

It's been a while since I've done one of these kind of entries.Still Loving You by The ScorpionsI was a naive 13-year-old when this song came out in 1984, but I heard it and was absolutely enthralled. I feel the same way today. Now, in fact. Wow.The feeling of aghast-ish-mentThere's really no better word to describe what I feel when I hear someone verbally slams someone else, even if it's done in

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I'm reading back through my old blog entries and having a blast. Here's one from October 15, 2005.A sheepdog in a poodle's disguiseIt was raining this morning on the way to the bus stop. Not a big deal if you're in a car, but it's a pain in the butt if you have to carry a purse, a lunch sack and an umbrella.Well, I always wondered how it was going to go when I had to walk to the bus during a

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Looking for a happy PC blog post? Skip this one.I posted this last night, then pulled it this morning. Then I decided to post it again because what the hell? Nobody can condemn me for being who I am, or what I do, more than I can and do. So, um, I think it's auspicious that the post I saved as a DRAFT on Frustration is gone, gone, gone. It was phew-stinky and maudlin and made my shoulders slump

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My name is Andi and I am a Twilight fan.There. I said it. I am a HUGE Twilight fan based on Stephanie Meyers' books. They're so good, they made a movie!My heart's going pitta-patta over the [final] movie trailer (there have been two others) because no matter what age a romantic girl's heart is, she's going to eat this story up. I know I will. Er, am.It looks like they've done the book proud. The

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A writing prompt. Well, why not? I haven't written anything else lately. (D'oh!) My challenge was this:Bring your [current WIP] characters to a 7-11/convenience store/ or gas station-combo. They walked in together to get something to eat, and there's nobody in sight, the cash drawer is open and empty, there's no blood no body, no nothing. Keep them true to their characters--what happens next?Oh..

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I received an email this morning from AOL Member Information:We’re sorry to inform you that on Oct. 31, 2008, AOL® Journals will be shut down permanently. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Blah, blah, blah.It makes me want to snarl about AOL all over again. Back in 1998 when I first signed on as an AOL customer, they were all about Community and I loved being an AOL

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This is one of my favorite entries and is worth a re-post. Not because it's one of my favorites, but because it is worth repeating. (Um, did I just repeat myself twice? Frick!) It happened almost two years ago, but it happened again today. Actually, it's happened to me a lot since October 2006. Apparently the wrong people are reading my blog!Please pardon me whilst I bang my head against the wall

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On the way home from work tonight, I noticed a couple hanging around the corner of the book store I pass. They weren't standing together. The guy was bracing himself against the outside of the building with a hand and looking at the girl, who was facing the wall. I noticed them in my peripheral vision--I was actually getting ready to scowl and look ferocious at the pair of Greenpeace activists,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-10552355954327368542008-09-25T18:53:00.000-07:002008-09-26T20:33:28.412-07:00

I feel like such a slacker lately. Not just in Blogland, but in other areas, too. Actually, it's not really a lately thing, it's more of a for-the-last-six-months-and-maybe-then-some thing. Confession is supposed to be good for the soul, right?Yeah.Whateva.I spent some of tonight reading over some of my bloggy writer-ish entries. I'm biased, but damn, I was hooked all over again by what I wrote.

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-22327096676128605142008-09-21T11:41:00.000-07:002008-09-21T17:01:22.457-07:00

...Responding to the questions of writer rituals posed at The Writer's Retreat.Questions like what I do to get into the writing mood, what I do while I'm writing. Mostly I just think about how I should be writing. When I do sit down to write, I rewrite the same paragraph into incomprehension. Anyway, I figured I'd tackle the questions anyway, not because I think it's going to turn on a light bulb

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Like the website promises, an evening at Opaque is an experience. That's why I wanted to go. That's why I bugged my friends to go. And that's why I wouldn't cave and just eat dinner at someone's house blindfolded. ~*~*~*~ The diners/players Andi (me) Teresa (T) Annabelle Anna For some reason, I was surprised by how many other people were in Opaque's lobby area. I guess I'd expected the

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-44074755557108996592008-09-09T19:40:00.000-07:002008-09-11T11:58:20.161-07:00

In early April 2008, I tried to convince a couple of friends that I wanted to go eat in a restaurant that served its food in pitch blackness after reading about dark dining in a magazine left on the lunch room table. I was turning forty-years-old this year and I figured why the eff not?It took some doing. Nobody really wanted to go. There were worries about cat or dog food being served in place

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-91470385636718300482008-09-03T19:11:00.000-07:002008-09-03T20:41:37.382-07:00

In lieu of a more complex and less fun post than I hope this one will turn out to be, I'm just going to snarf on Kaige's idea and runnith with it.And so I give you my version of a T13. Thirteen things I didn't do this week (or last week):13. Grinned for a camera at one of the local DMV offices12. Naired my toes11. Purged/Filed (if the big one hits Los Angeles, I have enough paper for a small

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-76245729228248590532008-08-27T19:08:00.000-07:002008-08-27T20:12:12.329-07:00

Retro-plus-reminiscent=retromiscent.Wherrrrree oh where, are you tonight? Why did you leeeeeave me here all alone? Ah searched the world ova and thought I found true love. You meeeeeht anotha and pfft you was gone.One of the best memories I have growing up happened on Saturday nights when Oogie was out carousing places like The Cat's Meow (hi, Kristina!). Oogie left me and Rhonda in the care of a

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-1946956274292897292008-08-24T15:30:00.000-07:002008-08-24T16:32:22.017-07:00

Guess who hit the jackpot again? I didn't get to go to the RWA Conference in San Francisco this year, but I did get me some booty, compliments of Jodi. She is the bomb. If I haven't been blogging lately, you know who to blame--it's because I've been busy reading.If you click on the photo, it'll take you to an almost life-sized photo. There are books galore, magazines, bookmarks, a mouse pad,

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-57275168693833280012008-08-21T20:42:00.000-07:002008-08-23T12:48:06.343-07:00

Got speakers? Uninvited by Alanis Morisette is the song my hero heard while I wrote this part of the story.~*~*~*~Bring Me To Life by Evanesence is the song my heroine heard (thanks, Becky).The painful wheeze wrenching my body gradually slowed into pants, making my throat burn from the exertion. I tried to swallow and broke out into spasmodic coughs that made tears run down my face.“Chi. Water.”

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-82201732044518283692008-08-16T18:43:00.000-07:002008-08-17T15:23:20.023-07:00

...and on the 7th day, she slept in 'til nine o'clock and even then, woke up reluctantly.I don't want to write about me. I just want to...write.I'm totally winging it here. I haven't dared to write in weeks, other than mindless stream-of-thought crap. My brain's been tied in knots.This is nothing, but I want to write it here anyway. Just because.Update, 08/17/08, 3:00 p.m.Oh, what the hey. I've

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-25002568520272760092008-08-13T20:16:00.000-07:002008-08-14T18:00:19.590-07:00

...but it's easier to count the empty Sparkletts bottles.All I wanna do bang, bang, bang and take your muh-nay. I love this song by MIA called Paper Planes. This is a crazy dance video someone shared.So I haven't said much worth reading lately. (Sorry. I've been dividing my time between work, Keanu and Edward. What can I say?)Um. It's a bad idea to stuff a Ritz cracker in your mouth and cough

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-58831363499749981572008-08-10T22:58:00.001-07:002008-08-10T22:59:38.483-07:00

Yep. That's right. I've already shared it all in emails, posts and wasted brain waves.Is it Monday?I can't believe it.It was just Friday.

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So I signed on to the Internet as per usual, clicked my firebox ball of blue and red...and saw a google spam mail that procliamed Michael Jackson was dead?No.I wouldn't believe it.I went straight to CNN. Believe what I might about Michael Jackson, he will always been an iconic figure of my teeny-bopper-hood. One of the few times Oogie allowed us up past nine o'clock on a school night was the

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-83724452139323500742008-07-30T18:04:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:51:13.657-08:00

This is one of those posts where I share whatever's on my mind at the time. I try to abbreviate the muck that goes along with that because if you heard or read an unedited version, it would be something like this:Lah, lah, lah, can't get you out of my head. I love that song. Can't believe I scheduled Vons for delivery at five, what an idiot, am I going through Alzheimer's? I'm not even home at

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-15322211453275538182008-07-29T11:49:00.000-07:002008-08-14T18:01:54.610-07:00

Holy crow, we just felt an earthquake in the building where I work. We must have swayed for almost 60 seconds. I was surprised at how strong it felt, but apparently West Hollywood is okay. No structural damage.It was a 5.8 quake in Chino Hills, CA., which is like...two cities away from Los Angeles.It's the biggest one I've felt yet. Scared the crap out of me. Scared the crap out of everyone.

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When I was a girl dreaming about what my first (and only) boyfriend would be like, I imagined him larger than life. He was good looking, intelligent, witty and hopelessly and completely in love with me. I'd be endlessly fascinated by him and long to be with him when I wasn't. Not because I didn't have a life or outside interests, but because of something inexplicably more.This boy I loved was

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-10406311560643498212008-07-18T11:12:00.000-07:002008-07-18T11:16:57.136-07:00

Hey-yo, I'm still kind of here. Just haven't felt like writing lately because I've been too busy READING. I am obsessed with something new, and I am having different ideas about what I should write. Who knows if it will turn into anything but just another thought. *scowls*By the way, I am still peeling. I really friggen burned myself, but at least my nose is no longer red and my buns aren't

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-1688151831257865012008-07-10T20:17:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:51:14.156-08:00

A couple of Saturdays ago, I went to Santa Monica Beach toting bags full of food, drink and laying-on-the-sand gear: blanket, pillow, sunglasses, book.Before I stepped foot outside my apartment, though, I slathered on the SPF 15. Which wasn't enough protection, just so you know, for someone of the albino race. Consider yourself warned, and never fricken mind that I should know better by now than

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-5193619597386407682008-07-02T19:59:00.000-07:002008-07-02T20:39:37.638-07:00

Lookie what came in today's mailbag, compliments of Alice from Alice's Restaurant.Thanks to Ricardo and Merry D., Alice with a bug in her ear, and Kaige's Whisper meme about the female depth plunger, Mario (but call him El Cabron), and someone who won before I did but didn't want the Thin Mints (gasp), I didn't lose!I would like to thank The Academy, Alice, Kaige, Ally, mom and God.

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-15255174965920906432008-07-01T19:59:00.000-07:002008-07-01T20:03:31.135-07:00

Just an inconsequential, non-monumental, forgettable post....to say I'm here....and eating my hot dog with green peppers and onions while trying to get over fried brains.Seriously.

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-86941897606919379292008-06-25T19:20:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:51:14.365-08:00

1. For AT&T, press button #2, then button #1, speak your account number clearly (for God's sake, don't laugh or say anything other than a number), then hold your breath until you get to talk to a living, breathing soul.2. For Beauty & Hair-dot-com? You might as well pour yourself a glass of wine and kick back with a good movie. It also wouldn't hurt to send a thought like this into the cosmos:

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-36677991263603813582008-06-23T19:02:00.000-07:002008-06-23T19:13:43.156-07:00

George Carlin, you were my first. I laughed hardest over you. Your facial expressions were priceless. I loved your Stuff, your People Are Crazy and your I'm Not Unwell skit.I must remember to say something of this variation tomorrow when I'm asked, "How are you doing?" because that question crops up at least twice a day. People don't care how I'm doing, dang it. They're just being polite and

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-4900511696011775032008-06-21T19:15:00.000-07:002008-06-22T22:45:08.029-07:00

Well, I'm off to hop-skip-skedaldilly-jump after my own miracle.

Unhingednoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-82983664221998436672008-06-19T20:18:00.000-07:002008-06-19T20:28:09.062-07:00

A prompt-inspired entry. I totally flew by the crotch of my panties. It's not great, but I think it could be fun.I think.Got speakers? Listen to this while you're reading.~*~*~*~Shaine’s knees were shaking so badly that she collapsed as soon as she ran head first into tree. It was dark enough that she couldn’t see six inches in front of her nose. Six months ago, she would have yelped loud enough

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