I know it's vain, but I need this

A migraine to end all migraines, blood from my nose, fire-taloned bird clawing my right shoulder pecking apart my skull. I woke up sobbing. I called my boss, I called the office manager who told me to stay home and get well. Adam massaged my temples and neck, did some acupressure and Shiatsu, helped clear my swollen sinuses. Ice packs, arnica gel for the shoulder. Adam, who has the day off, convinced me to drive with him on his way to buy a new shower curtain by enticing me with promise of Starbucks. A vanilla latte helped ease the pressure. Nearly eight hours later and my head throbs, feels scooped out violently by steel, but not in pain anymore.

So, I need some happy.

"Write something for me. Just for me. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me.

Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

I know it's vain, but I need this

A migraine to end all migraines, blood from my nose, fire-taloned bird clawing my right shoulder pecking apart my skull. I woke up sobbing. I called my boss, I called the office manager who told me to stay home and get well. Adam massaged my temples and neck, did some acupressure and Shiatsu, helped clear my swollen sinuses. Ice packs, arnica gel for the shoulder. Adam, who has the day off, convinced me to drive with him on his way to buy a new shower curtain by enticing me with promise of Starbucks. A vanilla latte helped ease the pressure. Nearly eight hours later and my head throbs, feels scooped out violently by steel, but not in pain anymore.

So, I need some happy.

"Write something for me. Just for me. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me.

Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

I know it's vain, but I need this

A migraine to end all migraines, blood from my nose, fire-taloned bird clawing my right shoulder pecking apart my skull. I woke up sobbing. I called my boss, I called the office manager who told me to stay home and get well. Adam massaged my temples and neck, did some acupressure and Shiatsu, helped clear my swollen sinuses. Ice packs, arnica gel for the shoulder. Adam, who has the day off, convinced me to drive with him on his way to buy a new shower curtain by enticing me with promise of Starbucks. A vanilla latte helped ease the pressure. Nearly eight hours later and my head throbs, feels scooped out violently by steel, but not in pain anymore.

So, I need some happy.

"Write something for me. Just for me. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me.

Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

Beauty & Looks survey thing

I am having too much fun stealing stuff from the lovely faire_damsel
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Beauty & Looks survey thing

I am having too much fun stealing stuff from the lovely faire_damsel
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Beauty & Looks survey thing

I am having too much fun stealing stuff from the lovely faire_damsel
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Pictures Of You

And this is what happens when I find the documents folder from Thanksgiving 2005 -- and my art model session with Mom and her billionare student in Southampton, NY (his wife is an heir to the Cox cable dynasty. It's good to be rich, neh?).

Gods, the view from that studio is surreal. It's a whole private beach. Crashing waves and soaring birds, rolling dunes and flourishing plant life. And Steven Spielburg's summer estate.

http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/jomodelsmirk.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/jomodelsmile.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/joartmodelprofile.jpg

And, shhh, at that time I was grossly uncomfortable with the new blossoming curves and I kept holding my stomach in when in truth it was still flat. Yes, I know. Silly girl.

Pictures Of You

And this is what happens when I find the documents folder from Thanksgiving 2005 -- and my art model session with Mom and her billionare student in Southampton, NY (his wife is an heir to the Cox cable dynasty. It's good to be rich, neh?).

Gods, the view from that studio is surreal. It's a whole private beach. Crashing waves and soaring birds, rolling dunes and flourishing plant life. And Steven Spielburg's summer estate.

http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/jomodelsmirk.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/jomodelsmile.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/joartmodelprofile.jpg

And, shhh, at that time I was grossly uncomfortable with the new blossoming curves and I kept holding my stomach in when in truth it was still flat. Yes, I know. Silly girl.

Pictures Of You

And this is what happens when I find the documents folder from Thanksgiving 2005 -- and my art model session with Mom and her billionare student in Southampton, NY (his wife is an heir to the Cox cable dynasty. It's good to be rich, neh?).

Gods, the view from that studio is surreal. It's a whole private beach. Crashing waves and soaring birds, rolling dunes and flourishing plant life. And Steven Spielburg's summer estate.

http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/jomodelsmirk.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/jomodelsmile.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/rosefox8/joartmodelprofile.jpg

And, shhh, at that time I was grossly uncomfortable with the new blossoming curves and I kept holding my stomach in when in truth it was still flat. Yes, I know. Silly girl.