You're it

So the rules are, once you've been tagged you have to write an entry with 6 weird things/habits about yourself. In the end you need to list 6 other people to tag and list their names.

1. I have a severe aversion to eating lamb. Not for moral or ethical reasons at all... I just cannot stand the taste, the smell makes me nauseated, and whenever it is being cooked I will leave the room.
2. I don't like the taste of pork and pig meat, but I will eat and love bacon, as long as it is super-crunchy.
3. I have extremely sensitive ears and will turn the volume down on TV's and music that others would consider fine. I cannot go to rock concerts or loud bars or nightclubs without becoming negatively affected by the noise.
4. When I was a very young child, I had to bring a favorite stuffed animal with me whenever I left our apartment, because I worried that the building might burn down and I'd be stuck without my favorite toys. I felt the same way if I saw another child with no stuffed animal. I also had a horrible, violent fear of open subway platforms as a kid, fear of falling over the edge. I still avoid walking too close to platform edges.
5. I have a weird OCD habit of sometimes pressing my inner wrists and my lips against a cold glass while I am drinking. I think it is left over from a childhood tic, or the fact that I injured my wrists in college and they still become inflamed, and the fact that my lips are sensitive.
6. I cannot go anywhere without lip balm or gloss. If my lips are not moisturized, I will start obsessing about finding moisturizer to the point that I cannot think of anything else; my lips will start to hurt.

Tag:
amigone
xanateria
fadingmemories
blackrose2004
madwriter
todabrilla

You're it

So the rules are, once you've been tagged you have to write an entry with 6 weird things/habits about yourself. In the end you need to list 6 other people to tag and list their names.

1. I have a severe aversion to eating lamb. Not for moral or ethical reasons at all... I just cannot stand the taste, the smell makes me nauseated, and whenever it is being cooked I will leave the room.
2. I don't like the taste of pork and pig meat, but I will eat and love bacon, as long as it is super-crunchy.
3. I have extremely sensitive ears and will turn the volume down on TV's and music that others would consider fine. I cannot go to rock concerts or loud bars or nightclubs without becoming negatively affected by the noise.
4. When I was a very young child, I had to bring a favorite stuffed animal with me whenever I left our apartment, because I worried that the building might burn down and I'd be stuck without my favorite toys. I felt the same way if I saw another child with no stuffed animal. I also had a horrible, violent fear of open subway platforms as a kid, fear of falling over the edge. I still avoid walking too close to platform edges.
5. I have a weird OCD habit of sometimes pressing my inner wrists and my lips against a cold glass while I am drinking. I think it is left over from a childhood tic, or the fact that I injured my wrists in college and they still become inflamed, and the fact that my lips are sensitive.
6. I cannot go anywhere without lip balm or gloss. If my lips are not moisturized, I will start obsessing about finding moisturizer to the point that I cannot think of anything else; my lips will start to hurt.

Tag:
amigone
xanateria
fadingmemories
blackrose2004
madwriter
todabrilla

You're it

So the rules are, once you've been tagged you have to write an entry with 6 weird things/habits about yourself. In the end you need to list 6 other people to tag and list their names.

1. I have a severe aversion to eating lamb. Not for moral or ethical reasons at all... I just cannot stand the taste, the smell makes me nauseated, and whenever it is being cooked I will leave the room.
2. I don't like the taste of pork and pig meat, but I will eat and love bacon, as long as it is super-crunchy.
3. I have extremely sensitive ears and will turn the volume down on TV's and music that others would consider fine. I cannot go to rock concerts or loud bars or nightclubs without becoming negatively affected by the noise.
4. When I was a very young child, I had to bring a favorite stuffed animal with me whenever I left our apartment, because I worried that the building might burn down and I'd be stuck without my favorite toys. I felt the same way if I saw another child with no stuffed animal. I also had a horrible, violent fear of open subway platforms as a kid, fear of falling over the edge. I still avoid walking too close to platform edges.
5. I have a weird OCD habit of sometimes pressing my inner wrists and my lips against a cold glass while I am drinking. I think it is left over from a childhood tic, or the fact that I injured my wrists in college and they still become inflamed, and the fact that my lips are sensitive.
6. I cannot go anywhere without lip balm or gloss. If my lips are not moisturized, I will start obsessing about finding moisturizer to the point that I cannot think of anything else; my lips will start to hurt.

Tag:
amigone
xanateria
fadingmemories
blackrose2004
madwriter
todabrilla

Just saying

Eczema sucks.
HVAC sucks.
Dry air in city office building sucks.
Oh, and eczema sucks.
But lotions, massage oils, and humidifiers are wonderful.

*itchy hands, itchy wrists*

Just saying

Eczema sucks.
HVAC sucks.
Dry air in city office building sucks.
Oh, and eczema sucks.
But lotions, massage oils, and humidifiers are wonderful.

*itchy hands, itchy wrists*

Just saying

Eczema sucks.
HVAC sucks.
Dry air in city office building sucks.
Oh, and eczema sucks.
But lotions, massage oils, and humidifiers are wonderful.

*itchy hands, itchy wrists*

Stupid triggers

I guess I won't voluntarily be watching "The Boondocks" for a while. That episode with the Luther burger haunts me, irrationally. All those people becoming obese from eating at one restaurant. No.
Yes, irrational. But that's anorexia for you.
I ate most of a bag of popcorn. Here comes that fucking guilt.
Last night I freaked out completely in the mirror when I saw myself naked and realized that my waist had gained another inch. When I lay down on the bed I did several dozen crunches and twists and leg lifts with a frightening ferocity. Ohh, and the funny-sad part? I still cannot really "pinch an inch." I don't feel any extra fat on me.
Whatever this skin is, the soft parts, the round, I don't know what it is, I don't know why my beautiful waistline is losing its hourglass curve, why my abdomen is not as well-defined with sharp muscle (but it is). Look into a warped mind, yes.
People told me how fat is supposed to feel. I forgot. I'm bad.
I hate being afraid.

I also injured my back, shoulder, neck, head, and foot somehow.

I'm done now.
Someone tell me how their day was.

Stupid triggers

I guess I won't voluntarily be watching "The Boondocks" for a while. That episode with the Luther burger haunts me, irrationally. All those people becoming obese from eating at one restaurant. No.
Yes, irrational. But that's anorexia for you.
I ate most of a bag of popcorn. Here comes that fucking guilt.
Last night I freaked out completely in the mirror when I saw myself naked and realized that my waist had gained another inch. When I lay down on the bed I did several dozen crunches and twists and leg lifts with a frightening ferocity. Ohh, and the funny-sad part? I still cannot really "pinch an inch." I don't feel any extra fat on me.
Whatever this skin is, the soft parts, the round, I don't know what it is, I don't know why my beautiful waistline is losing its hourglass curve, why my abdomen is not as well-defined with sharp muscle (but it is). Look into a warped mind, yes.
People told me how fat is supposed to feel. I forgot. I'm bad.
I hate being afraid.

I also injured my back, shoulder, neck, head, and foot somehow.

I'm done now.
Someone tell me how their day was.

Stupid triggers

I guess I won't voluntarily be watching "The Boondocks" for a while. That episode with the Luther burger haunts me, irrationally. All those people becoming obese from eating at one restaurant. No.
Yes, irrational. But that's anorexia for you.
I ate most of a bag of popcorn. Here comes that fucking guilt.
Last night I freaked out completely in the mirror when I saw myself naked and realized that my waist had gained another inch. When I lay down on the bed I did several dozen crunches and twists and leg lifts with a frightening ferocity. Ohh, and the funny-sad part? I still cannot really "pinch an inch." I don't feel any extra fat on me.
Whatever this skin is, the soft parts, the round, I don't know what it is, I don't know why my beautiful waistline is losing its hourglass curve, why my abdomen is not as well-defined with sharp muscle (but it is). Look into a warped mind, yes.
People told me how fat is supposed to feel. I forgot. I'm bad.
I hate being afraid.

I also injured my back, shoulder, neck, head, and foot somehow.

I'm done now.
Someone tell me how their day was.

How great...?

While I was working on Chapter 21, Dana came to me in a quick vision to be a Muse and offer advice. Funny, the character is channeling Brigit now, as well as Danu. It makes a lot of sense, since the character of Bridget is Dana's great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. I wish there were an easier way to say that: grandmother times five? Great-grandmother times four?

The flame is still there. I love a good soulfire.
I keep thinking about what Beca said, when I worried that I was failing as a novelist: Stop writing for the approval of others, stop writing to get to and end goal. Go back to the college days when the novel was born and write the way I wanted to write, with no one expecting new chapters, with no real end goal except the sheer winged joy of writing science fiction fantasy with a pagan twist.
I'll get back there sooner than I thought.
My power ring has been ordered and will arrive next week. Triskele gem ring with an amber stone. It will help. And the other ring, the deep blue boulder opal. That will help too.

Stupid crying.
Stupid auras.
I believe I will curl up for a while and ride it out.

How great...?

While I was working on Chapter 21, Dana came to me in a quick vision to be a Muse and offer advice. Funny, the character is channeling Brigit now, as well as Danu. It makes a lot of sense, since the character of Bridget is Dana's great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. I wish there were an easier way to say that: grandmother times five? Great-grandmother times four?

The flame is still there. I love a good soulfire.
I keep thinking about what Beca said, when I worried that I was failing as a novelist: Stop writing for the approval of others, stop writing to get to and end goal. Go back to the college days when the novel was born and write the way I wanted to write, with no one expecting new chapters, with no real end goal except the sheer winged joy of writing science fiction fantasy with a pagan twist.
I'll get back there sooner than I thought.
My power ring has been ordered and will arrive next week. Triskele gem ring with an amber stone. It will help. And the other ring, the deep blue boulder opal. That will help too.

Stupid crying.
Stupid auras.
I believe I will curl up for a while and ride it out.

How great...?

While I was working on Chapter 21, Dana came to me in a quick vision to be a Muse and offer advice. Funny, the character is channeling Brigit now, as well as Danu. It makes a lot of sense, since the character of Bridget is Dana's great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. I wish there were an easier way to say that: grandmother times five? Great-grandmother times four?

The flame is still there. I love a good soulfire.
I keep thinking about what Beca said, when I worried that I was failing as a novelist: Stop writing for the approval of others, stop writing to get to and end goal. Go back to the college days when the novel was born and write the way I wanted to write, with no one expecting new chapters, with no real end goal except the sheer winged joy of writing science fiction fantasy with a pagan twist.
I'll get back there sooner than I thought.
My power ring has been ordered and will arrive next week. Triskele gem ring with an amber stone. It will help. And the other ring, the deep blue boulder opal. That will help too.

Stupid crying.
Stupid auras.
I believe I will curl up for a while and ride it out.