Sooooo

Sep. 24th, 2017 05:19 pm[personal profile] kawaii_espeon posting in [community profile] addme
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NAME: Kimi
AGE: 28 (29 on October 3rd though)
INTERESTS & HOBBIES: Tom Hiddleston, Pokemon, All Time Low, 5 Seconds of Summer, Simple Plan, visual kei/J-rock, oldies music, writing, fangirling.
LOOKING FOR: Nothing special. I don't really mind because I'm accepting of everyone. :3
ANYTHING ELSE?: I lost the account info for my old DW. I think it was AdorbzFangirl or something. But yeah. I figured it was better just to start over. Keep in mind too, that I won't be very active. I'm pretty much limited to my dad's computer (on occasion) to my iPad Pro. My laptop stopped functioning properly, and if Apple can't fix it... it may be a while before I can get another one. :|

Oh! I forgot to mention that I'm autistic. There's a good chance I won't reply to other people's journals. It puts a lot of pressure on me and my social skills. I'll do my best to post on yours, but I expect the same in return. :3
So yeah.

Sunday Things

Sep. 24th, 2017 05:06 pm[personal profile] malinaldarose
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It's hot. Really hot. It's hot enough outside that the 75° in my living room seems cool.

But there's No Such Thing as global warming.

Yesterday was the usual busy day. I went out to WickedMart in the morning, as usual, and was treated to a display of staggering rudeness in the greeting card aisle. Long story short: a woman who was blocking the aisle with her cart actually stepped directly in front of me, blocking my access to the section I wanted when I parked my cart farther down the aisle (giving her plenty of room to leave) and stepped around her and her cart. The cow. Even if we were after the exact same card, it's not like they didn't have multiples.

I hate people so much. So, so much.

The rest of the day was chores: writing checks for myself and my grandmother, dishes, laundry, mowing the lawn -- and then watching the leaves fall to neatly cover the newly-bare sections.

Today, I got up early, walked the dog, scooped the litter box upstairs and emptied the little trash can I keep next to it, then scrubbed the rug in the library with bleach water because Kethri started using it for a litter box again this past week (which I discovered when I sat down at the desk in there to write checks), then, just in keeping with the theme of the morning, I scrubbed the toilet, too. (It needed it, anyway.) I also finally went down into the basement and changed the furnace filter, which has been on my list to do for the last month. I don't know why I had such a mental block about it, but I did. But it's done now, so I'll be ready to turn the furnace on at the end of the week (the long range forecast is calling for the high temperature to be only 60° next Saturday).

And then I sat down at my desk to work on eBay stuff, and there I stayed for hours. I was writing up item descriptions ahead of time because I often don't get to relisting unsold items for the length of time that the listings remain available on eBay, and it's a pain in the ass to have to rewrite the descriptions every time I try to list something. So that took me a couple of hours, then it took me another hour to list ten or a dozen items. It used to be a relatively simple procedure to put things up. Now it's a pain in the ass, but at least being able to copy-and-paste the descriptions shortened that process a bit, even if eBay's system screwed up my HTML.

Kethri is perched on a stack of boxes next to me blatting that she wants her dinner. She started half an hour ago. She won't get fed for another hour. Nimue used to do the same thing, and it was one of the reasons I started going out for dinner a couple of times a week all those years ago, because if it wasn't Nimue, it was Cruiser, and I couldn't take the noise. Kethri only just started doing it recently, but it's no less annoying. Yesterday, I actually chucked her out of the room and shut the door to get a little peace.

I feel kind of discombobulated this afternoon. I'm a bit sleepy, probably in part because of the weather. I'm sure the weather is contributing to the discombobulation, too, because it's ridiculously hot for the end of September -- it's almost 90°. In western New York.

I would really like to order a pizza for supper rather than cooking, but it'd cost me $20. On the one hand, that's bit bit much. On the other, I'd get four meals out of it. Bleah.

I won't be watching Star Trek Discovery this evening. I'll catch it later in the week; perhaps tomorrow evening. 9:00 is too late for me, anymore; I can't stay up until 10:00 or later and still get up at 5:00.
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twistical: Tortuous, unfair, not quite moral. Used in New England. [James Bartlett's Dictionary of Americanisms, 1849]

Migrating from LJ months later

Sep. 24th, 2017 04:11 pm[personal profile] didotwite posting in [community profile] addme
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NAME: Dido
AGE: 37

INTERESTS & HOBBIES: Hiking, Travel, Singing, Car Repair, GIS, Sarcasm, Marshmallow Childfree, Silliness, Gardening, Lib'rul Laziness, Sailing, Local community building/environmental action, Good beer
 
LOOKING FOR: Fellow oldies. Comment wars, oblivion to fanfic/dom (sorry, I ain't got the time), global outlook, people who might laugh at my jokes when I bother to post without judging me for not bothering to post a ton, your candid reviews of lifehacks, well-constructed enthusing or rants, cat photos, non-comic book and movie recs, engagement in life on this ball o' dirt. 

ANYTHING ELSE?: I'm working on recognizing my ingrained NWL flaws in the current moment. I'm cishet chicky, and I enjoy hearing most points of view. 
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One of the fun things of doing remixes, is that you may write something you never thought you would ever write. Like a Draco Malfoy romance. But here it is.

Title: Sunset (The Tequila Sunrise Remix)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Teen
Genre:
Word Count:
Characters/pairing: Rose/Weasley/Draco Malfoy
Warnings: Age difference
Summary: Rose grows up hating Draco Malfoy. Then she meets him.
AN: A remix of chantefable’s Tequila Sunrise. Her story is from Draco’s POV, mine from Rose’s.

Read more... )
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To the point where when friends offer to take me places, I can go. I tire really easily, but we've found ways around that. Up to and including my friend Judy, who has a conversion van I can sleep in the back of while she takes me places, so that I have the actual energy to enjoy them when I get there. Is that a wonderful friend or what?

And that last post was the first blog post I've written since I got sick. So yay, me!

I'm settled into my new place, and I feel safe and comfortable here. Also, not having to figure out what kind of food I can eat and just having it there for me has made all the difference. I've stopped losing weight, for one thing [g].

The symptoms are starting to gradually get worse (whatever Power That Be who decided the main symptom of the endometrial part of this would be the equivalent of really bad menstrual cramps all the time needs to be shot in the kneecaps and left to die), but that's just the way it is. It would be nice to have a working internal thermostat again, too, but hey. At least I still have a brain.

I am so grateful to my local friends, who have bent over backwards to help me out. You have no idea. Seriously. And my long distance friends, too, who have done all sorts of things to keep my spirits up. I have the best friends on the planet. Period.

Karin’s sewing machine

Sep. 23rd, 2017 07:06 pm[personal profile] mmegaera
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Tonight my friend Tina and I went to a program/exhibit at the Lacey library.  It was put on by the Pacific Northwest Vintage Sewing machine organization.  It was fascinating.  All kinds of antique and vintage sewing machines, as well as a program where several people spoke about them.  Some folks there own more than a hundred sewing machines!

There were also quilts up on the library’s walls from a couple of local guilds, which was nice.

And I got to try a sewing machine about the right age to have been Karin’s sewing machine from True Gold, which was truly cool.

Here are some of the photos I took.

One of the oddest sewing machines I’ve ever seen. 1930s vintage.
I’ve never seen a white Featherweight in person before.
This one’s about the same vintage (if not the same maker) as my old sewing machine.
Some of the quilts on display.
This one looks a lot like the one my mother had.
A 1914 Scottish Singer machine .
Not a very good photo, but this machine could be the one Karin carried over Chilkoot Pass and the Golden Staircase in True Gold.  It’s a vintage 1895-1905 Singer portable.
And the carrying case for Karin’s machine.

Oh, and by the way, this is a photo of the Golden Staircase up to the top of Chilkoot Pass that Karin carried her sewing machine over, and the conditions in which she would have done it.

Mirrored from M.M. Justus -- adventures in the supernatural Old West.

Shipping meme

Sep. 23rd, 2017 09:27 am[personal profile] scripsi
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Gakked from [personal profile] verdande_mi.

1. Talk about the first ship you ever had.
Way before fanfiction; Aragorn/Eowyn. My father read The Lord of the Rings for me when I was eight, and I was deeply disappointed when Arwen showed up, as I had hardly noticed her before. Fanfiction-wise it was Captain Hook/Wendy Darling.

Read more... )

Reading Wednesday

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:47 pm[personal profile] chomiji
chomiji: Doa from Blade of the Immortal can read! Who knew? (Doa - books)

It seems like I must have read more than I am remembering ... .

Anyway, I finished The Brightest Fell, by Seanan McGuire (October Daye #11), which ends pretty much on a cliffhanger. The Magic McGuffin puts Toby (mostly) back together again, but two characters she cares about very much are seriously traumatized and a slippery opponent has disappeared. Thus it goes when you are the Knight of Lost Words. My sister has suggested that I introduce my 15-year-old niece to these, and I might as well. Certainly they've kept me going for a good long while now.

I'm about three-quarters of the way through Max Gladstone's The Ruin of Angels (his new Craft novel), and I'm enjoying it immensely, despite the fact that the editor seems to have fallen down on the job. Several times, I've had to re-read sentences two or three times to make sense out of them. It's not that Gladstone blew it in any of these cases, according to the rules of grammar, but he wasn't terribly clear, and given that this is a fast-paced thriller, really, the pacing went off. Also, at one point, a character introduced as Marian becomes Miriam for a sentence, and then returns to her original name. Finally, did you know that the past tense of "sweat" (as in, what you do on a hot day, especially if you run) is also "sweat"? I, in fact, did not know that. But Gladstone does, and there's a lot of sweating going on, so I kept tripping over this.

Despite my confusion on these mechanical points, this is an awesome read. There's an extended and thrilling caper involving a Very Cool Train (making me wonder whether Gladstone has been reading Stand Still Stay Silent: see Dalahästen), and about a third of the way in, it occurred to me that all the leads, all the POV characters, and the most significant antagonist are all female, and several of them are also queer.

And Kai and Izza are back, as is Tara Abernathy. \o/

If I remember what I read between Fell and Ruin, I'll let you know.

People Wonder Why...

Sep. 19th, 2017 09:25 pm[personal profile] malinaldarose
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I'm sure people wonder why I don't ask for help with my household woes. Here's how those conversations go:

Them: I'll be glad to help you any time. All you have to do is ask.
Me: Great! I need some help, please.
Them: *crickets*

While I was walking Jack this afternoon, I went into the vacant lot behind my fence to see what was going on with the sumac tree. It doesn't look like it has actually collapsed on my fence. It looks like a shoot of it (now a large trunk) started out growing across the ground toward my fence, and then bits of it grew upward, so that now it really looks like it's collasped across the fence. I think the fence has actually collapsed under the weight of the grape vines.

I don't suppose I should be cutting any trees on property that doesn't belong to me, but it's a vacant lot, and the people who own it don't do any more than mow it every couple of weeks. I can at least cut the portions that are threatening my fence, I suppose. It's not like it's an oak or a maple that someone planted; it's a sumac, so it's basically an enthusiastic weed. Were HTWIWM here, the thing never would've gotten beyond sapling stage, as he used to keep the fence-line tidied up.

In any case, I will ask my mother if she will allow my father Dad could help me clean up back there and replace the fence. Otherwise I guess I'll have to obtain a chainsaw and learn how to use it.

Today was an absolutely miserable excuse for a day. It started poorly with the dog yarking his morning pills, continued poorly with my left foot feeling as though I were constantly walking on rocks, and just sort of petered out. I had intended to mow the lawn, now that the grass is growing again, and the leaves are falling, but didn't want to aggravate the foot which is hurting less, but is still Not Right. Oh, and I broke my watch strap. Not the tattered one, either. This was one of the good ones. It's the second watch strap in a week -- the strap on the celestial watch broke, too. Well, technically, the pin popped out, but I was outdoors at the time and couldn't find it, so it counts as broken.

On the plus side, Zulily had a sale on Wonder Woman merchandise, so I bought part of BFT's Christmas present.

Oh, and I got a couple of Halloween photo props: a miniature Rider-Waite tarot deck, and an even smaller RW deck. Yes, it's TeenyTinyTarot! (It's so cute!)

Remix Revival

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:57 pm[personal profile] scripsi
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I got a wonderful gift-fic on Remix Revival. It’s a remix on my story Arabella’s Visit, but darker, and with so much more depth. I don’t hesitate to say it’s a much better fic than mine ever was! Mine is told from Arabella’s POV, this one from Childermass, so I also think they work quite well together. Both fics are very much a case of magic made them do it, which makes them dub con.

Title: Mr Childermass Calls [a remix]
Fandom: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3044
Characters/pairing: John Childermass/Arabella Strange
Warnings: Dubious Consent, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con
Summary: John Childermass, on business in Venice, calls on the Greysteel household, but only Arabella is at home.
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scragglings: Undersized apples left on the tree as worthless. The little apples are often very sweet and palatable, however. From this term comes the adjective "scriggly, small and shrivelled, as a "scriggly bit o' meat," that small portion of a joint where it is dried up or over-roasted. It is likely that the word is connected with shrivel. Gloucestershire (scriggles), Upton-on-Severn (scriggling), and West Worcestershire (scrogglings). [g. F. Northall's Warwickshire Word-Book, 1896]

And Sometimes....

Sep. 18th, 2017 02:22 pm[personal profile] malinaldarose
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I was getting worried because the garage didn't call -- and they usually call me quite early. Turns out that they couldn't, of course, replicate the problems I had. They did go ahead and replace the radiator cap and a cracked tube (also related to the radiator, I think). The mechanic still thinks the water problem (and we're pretty sure it's water, now) is from the exhaust. I'm still pretty sure that that's rather too much water to be coming from the exhaust. But he did say that he thinks the overheating problem is probably the a/c fan, and that's a dealer part, so he recommended that I make an appointment with the dealer across town to have it tested. He also says that as long as I don't use the a/c, it can wait until spring. And so it probably will.

Shortly after he called, I realized it was just after 1:00 -- which is why my sister takes her lunch, so I asked if she'd come get me and drive me up to the garage as it's rather muggy and there's no shade between here and there. She did, and so I'm home with the van. I may load Jack up in a little bit and take him to see Grama. And I may take a nap.

I did take him outside a bit ago, and wandered to the back of the yard to check out the grapes...and discovered that a huge span of the back fence is collapsed down to about waist height. I can't decide from inside the yard whether a deer did it or whether a sumac in the vacant yard collapsed on it. It may be a little of both. In any case, I'm going to need help to fix it, and preferably help with a chain saw. Well, it's about time to replace the fencing, anyway; it's been in place for seventeen and a half years and it's really only glorified chicken wire. I could probably do it all by myself if it weren't for the sumac. I'm going to have to look from the other side of the fence, but not today. The last time I went through it, I zip-tied the gate shut, and I don't feel like messing with it. Plus, there's nothing I can do without help.

Sometimes I just want to cry.

After being baked by the August sun, the grass in the lawn has started to grow again. I just mowed on...when was it? Tuesday? Anyway, the yard is getting shaggy again. I should really go out there this afternoon and take care of it...and I'm really not going to.
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So Saturday Mike and I drove allllll the way out to Middle Island NY for the SCA event St Andrews -- more precisely, A Funny Thing Happened to St Andrew on the Way to the Forum, An Investiture. It was called that because the Barony of An Dubhagheinn was investing a new Baron and Baroness, and the Baron's persona is late Roman. The main reason we were going, though, was to see the elevation of our friend Vettorio, mka Eric, into the Order of the Laurel, which is the SCA's highest arts award. He's a scribe who does exquisite work, and well deserved being made a Laurel.

ANYWAY. We got there in time for morning court, when Eric was going to be put on vigil, a day-long period of contemplation and receiving well-wishers and advice-givers. It was very entertaining -- the first snatch-and-grab summons to court I have seen in a long time. Kudos to His Majesty Ioannes for a lovely bit of shtick! He strolled through the audience with a fan (because it was really quite warm and muggy in the hall) until he came up behind Eric. He pretended to talk to someone else, then clapped Eric hard on the back and said "You're coming with me." Classic! And Eric was suitably shocked and surprised.

After court we went over to where Eric's vigil was being held and nibbled on the tasty spread made by his wife Lisa (how he had no clue of anything going on with all that food being prepared, I have no idea) and waited to speak with him. We chatted about persona (I'm going to send some Pictish art refs his way for a scroll) and about apprentices and the relationship between Laurel and apprentice. I think he got something out of it, despite being recently an apprentice himself. ^__^

Mike wandered around talking to people he doesn't get to see very often, and I stayed at Eric's vigil cause it was too warm and muggy to do much else. We left just before evening court, thus missing Eric's actual elevation; it was getting too miserable weather wise and we had a long drive home and were just tired and out of spoons. It was a good event though, and I was happy to see a deserving soul given the recognition he deserves!

Oh! Before we hit the event we went to Wertheim National Refuge in Mastic so Mike could collect the National Parks stamps. Then we went to Fire Island National Seashore and got more stamps, and the most adorable plushie ever for his niece: a plush horseshoe crab! Finally we hit the William Floyd Mansion after Google led us partly astray. (I swear, Google Maps kept sending us on backroads and cowpaths to get from one place to the next all bloody day.)

WeatherDork:
Currently at Bethlehem, PA at 9.59am: Overcast and foggy
Temp: 68F (feels like 68F)
Humidity: 87% (dewpoint 60F)
Pressure: 29.87"
Winds: NE 5mph
Forecast: AM fog/PM clouds, high 78F, low 64F

Summer seems to have come back this past week, no doubt due to the tropical weather elsewhere in the country. Temps were up close to 80 and the humidity was very high. Bleh. This week promises more of the same. BLEH.

On My Plate:
Tags and Other Writins:
  • A Smile and a Song (Three Wishes)
  • Where The Gods Live (Three Wishes)
  • My Favorite Punching Bag (ItNotM)
  • Some Light Research (ItNotM)
  • Welcome Home (ItNotM)
  • Putting The Band Together (ItNotM)
  • All On A Summer's Day (ItNotM)
  • The Lady in White (ItNotM)
  • Promises (ItNotM)
  • Stargazing (EoP) started
  • Moving Up in the World (EoP) start x5
  • Three Tribes, One Holt (Oakleaf)
  • All the Single Laddies (Oakleaf)
Art:
  • continue with scribalry practice
Etc:
  • list stuff on Ebay
  • reading: A New History of the Picts (still -- I haven't picked it up in awhile XD)
  • reading: Parsival, or A Knight's Tale
Weekly Things Checklist:
  • Thing Arted: nothing
  • Thing Writed: OMG TAGS
  • Thing Cleaned: dishes and catbox and trash and recycling
Tuesday I see my VA shrink, but that's the only thing planned. Gonna try to get some scribalry accomplished -- I have not been feeling it for some reason, but now I am inspired. ^__^

Monday Again

Sep. 18th, 2017 07:49 am[personal profile] malinaldarose
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So, it is Monday, and I have taken the day off. The van is at the garage to see if they can figure out what the heck is up with it. And I just remembered to turn the ringer back on on the phone -- though I'll probably spend at least the morning in my office working on eBay listings. Or maybe shopping; I have had a few thoughts about Christmas, and there's little point in waiting -- I won't have more money for shopping later than I do now, so....

Oh. My. God. Jack just farted. Wow.

I have the house opened up because after a week of fall, we're back to summer, with temps in the high 70s or low 80s, and it's a bit stuffy in here. It's supposed to be 80° again today, so I need to cool the house back down. It won't take long, and I won't have to shut things up again until midmorning when the fog burns off.

I should totally go do the dishes while it's still cool, and while it's still too early to listen for the phone.

There is apparently not a great deal to report here. I took BFT out to lunch on Saturday -- it was the first time she'd been out of the house since her surgery the previous Friday, and she was going a little stir-crazy. We stopped at Joann's on the way home and bought Halloween decorations. She's setting up a little Halloween display in her kitchen window, and I'm buying props for some still life photos I have in mind. Which reminds me that I have to go down to the basement and dig out my Rider-Waite deck. I used to have a teensy one with cards only about an inch or two big, but I don't think I'll be able to find those. Probably lost in some move or other. Or maybe I dreamed them, though I don't think so. I think I got rid of my Ouija board, too. Still, I probably have enough stuff around here to use as props.

Yesterday...I noodled around the house. Cleaned my desk off so that I'd have room to work on the eBay stuff, vacuumed the house (up and down), snipped the stems of the flowers I bought last week and re-vased them, and dropped the van off at the garage. (Walked home, of course.) Last evening, I had a fire in the firepit (after raking the downed leaves away from where I usually set it up). I burned four more envelopes full of cancelled checks and other financial paperwork, thus doing my part to save HTWIWM from identity theft. I do like watching those papers burn; whether it's the ink or the paper, the flames are green. It's so cool. (Well. Technically, it's quite hot, but you get the idea.) I think there are four envelopes left. When I found these papers, I had no experience with burning things to dispose of them, and I thought stuffing all of these checks and bank and credit card statements into business-size envelopes and burning them like logs would work out with no problem. Yeah, then I learned about burning papers. Individual papers will take off like...well, like a house afire, but compacted papers? Not so much. So I have to keep stirring them. Which is one of the reasons I don't have a fire if it's windy, because I don't want burning paper flying all over the place.

In any case, I think I'm nearly done with HIS papers, and can move on to my own, as I recently found a file box full of decade-old financial paperwork. Not much point in stressing the shredder, though I suppose I could gradually sneak them into the shredding bin at work and have done.

I found that little refund check on my desk yesterday afternoon. I still can't quite make up my mind what to do about it. It's for 79 cents. The utterly correct thing to do -- and also the utterly bitchy thing -- would be to stuff it into another envelope and mail it to some friends to have them pass it on to him. On the other hand, it's for 79 cents, so it might just as well go into the shredding.

Eh, I'll think on it some more. Probably it'll end up in the shredding.

Farmers Market Haul

Sep. 17th, 2017 11:43 am[personal profile] chomiji
chomiji: Boxes of sweet cherries, blackberries, and strawberries from our local farmers market, with the caption Real Food (Real food)

Mixture of large tomatoes (red, pink, yellow, yellow/red Tie Dye)
Red and yellow cherry tomatoes
Green beans
Yellow onions
Late yellow peaches
Bartlett pears
Fresh basil
Chicken thighs
Pork chops

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I've never been one for nightmares or bad dreams. I've never even really remembered my dreams, I have fuzzy recollections in the morning but never anything vivid or memorable.

I went through a phase of fairly bad nightmares in my early teens after my mother died but I suppose that's to be expected, all things considered.

Last night though my sleep was haunted by nightmares. I can't recall anything specific other than a feeling of fear and panic, lots of running and being chased. I slept terribly because of it, and am feeling quite sluggish today.

My husband has been teasing me about it - says I'm not allowed to watch any more horror film. We went to see IT last night and I'm not completely convinced the film was to blame. Maybe it was and combined with the stress of the last couple of months.
IT was a bloody brilliant film though, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was delightfully creepy. I'm also left wondering if we have the book. I'm not even sure we have any Stephen King

Then again he was also awake with me at 4 am and cuddling me back to sleep. That was the only time I woke him up, thankfully. And he did let me sleep in this morning while he and our girlfriend went to the supermarket.

They've just got back and I'm enjoying a breakfast of peach slces and yoghurt, with a mug of coffee. It's making me start to feel a little more human, thank god.

Today we are working on turning one of the rooms into a 'library' of sorts. We've decorated it and got carpets in. Today will be mostly about putting up bookshelves and getting the books up. Monday the couch and chairs are due to be delivered.

Pop culture, feminism, etc.

Sep. 14th, 2017 08:22 pm[personal profile] 3v3y2k posting in [community profile] addme
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NAME: Eve
AGE: 25
INTERESTS & HOBBIES: Pop music, pop culture, trans-inclusive feminism, LGBTQIA issues, social justice, comedy
LOOKING FOR: People from ONTD, or other people interested in discussing pop culture, politics/feminism or our daily lives! (And of course the intersections of it all!) LGBTQIA-friendly people only!!
ANYTHING ELSE?: I'm trying to start up a pop culture/current events community, 
[community profile] howdareuCurrently looking for members/mods to help grow the community, so message me if you're interested! For those who care, my faves include Britney, Madonna, Kylie, Carly Rae Jepsen and Tove Lo. Fave shows include 30 Rock, Sex and the City, Will & Grace (SO excited for the revival!), Drop Dead Diva, and Parks and Rec.
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