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July 18th, 2015
08:53 am

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Friends Only


From this point on, all my entries will be friends-only, and I'm going to start working through my prior entries (especially the more recent ones) and making them friends-only as well. Go ahead and leave a ramble to be added.

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October 3rd, 2008
07:28 pm

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Title: Regrets
Word Count: 1994 (Good year, good year)
Rating: G
Summary: How Jim felt after "Beach Games." The night's events already felt so far away, just like a remembered dream. Or a nightmare. ...
Spoilers: "Beach Games" (Season 3, Episode 22).

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September 30th, 2008
09:46 pm

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Angsty writing is so much easier than fluffy stuff. :)

Title: The Note
Pairing: Jim/Pam
Word Count: 1445
Rating: G
Summary: Jim looks back on the day.

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September 29th, 2008
10:48 pm

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Title: Casino Night
Pairing: Jim/Pam
Word Count: 955
Rating: G
Summary: The end of "Casino Night" (Season 2) from Jim's pov.
Spoilers: The Season 2 finale.

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edit: Slightly alternate version of events, as it turns out. x.o This is based off the TV cut, not the extended scene.

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November 24th, 2004
04:07 pm

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This season was made for love
Can't you see?
You're touching my heart when you're holding my hand
With every breath we share this reality is slipping away
Becoming less tangible
More magical
Let's get out of here
I know a wood that's quiet as sunshine when no one else is around
And this love needs room to blossom
Out of my prayers, flesh from my dreams
I can keep my hopes nestled in you
Take everything I am, so that I may be at peace
Only you and the sylvan ones know my secrets
That you're killing me softly, in this cold, delightful world
Should I return the favor?
Two souls meant to be united, dreaming of eternity
I'll pull you close and whisper my love
As the wind sings a splendid song
And the dry leaves murmur of our fortune
You make me happier than I could ever have imagined being
With the scent of your skin, the warmth of your hug, the smile in your eyes
I want more than this, but it'll come in time
To lay down beside you each night; hours of pleasure and contentment
Kiss me and fall into forever
Or wrap your arms around me and hold me close
Until no distinction can be made....

--It's already a bit long, but I don't feel it should end there.

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September 18th, 2004
12:47 pm

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Note: Rookie updated his LiveJournal.... as if anyone cares. XD And it's a really pointless entry, too.

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September 17th, 2004
08:30 pm

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Holy CRAP. I was in a bad enough mood to BEGIN with! Then Ritter has to chew up Mom's blinds, knock the pizza box onto the kitchen floor and waste money, then thanks to him the large set of blinds in the living room are knocked down. ....... ::deep breath:: Ich bin nicht happy, people.

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September 15th, 2004
04:33 pm

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Edit: Wow. My entries have been really boring and unoriginal lately, huh? Well, here's a quote for ya, to make up for this. ^^;

Me: "Why are you wearing nice shoes?"
Sean: "They go with my pants."
Me: "..And why are you dancing?"
Sean: "It comes with the shoes."

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September 11th, 2004
11:38 am

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I'm sure plenty of people out in LiveJournal World will be reminiscing about the Twin Towers falling on this day, so I won't bother adding to the number of those entries. Plus, along with the terrorist attacks, this day marks the one year anniversary of John Ritter's passing... the same day as his little daughter's birthday. The beloved actor passed away in 2003 of a dissection of his aorta. I named my dog after him only because I thought John had been very dog-like in personality - meaning that he was so friendly and eager to please others.

Well, I was looking through my aunt's tall stack of old magazines this summer, when I came across one with an article about Mr. Ritter. I want to take an excerpt from it because... I thought it was romantic in the bitter sweet sort of way.

"Amy was sorting through some of John's possessions and stumbled upon a collection of love poems that he was writing for her.

"They were hidden in his closet in a leather-bound journal.

"Amy believes that he intended to give it to her at Christmas. But finding that journal now was a miracle - just what she needed to help ease her grief."


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Butchered quotes from stand-up comedians:

"If the best part of waking up is Folger's in my cup.. I'm not so sure I wanna wake up." -- Mike Birbiglia

[talking about a diet] "Between the hours of 6 AM and 6 PM, you just eat asparagus. And you can eat as much as you want. As much as you want. Then you go home.... and you just cry. As much as you want. As much as you want. You just cry.." -- Ted Alexandro

"Married couples always ask us, 'When are ya gonna get married? When are ya gonna get married? When are ya gonna get married?' '...I don't know. When are you going to DIE? 'Cause that would be the next step, right? Now that you're married, death would be next. When are you going to die? When are you going to die? When are you going to die?'" -- Greg Fitzsimmons

"You know how when you get into a car accident, the person always comes out, looking at you like it's your fault? ... 'Why did you stop at a legal red light, and let me hit you doing eighty?!?! Why did you stop AT A LEGAL RED LIGHT, and let me hit you doing EIGHTY?!!!!?!" -- Dane Cook

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September 2nd, 2004
07:52 am

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I've completely lost my connection with Ritter. Instead of wanting me and howling at my door, he ignores me in the mornings. Instead of coming when I call his name, he runs to someone else. Instead of laying up against me, Ritter growls at me, bites me, or barks at me when I try to pet him. He appears somewhat close to everyone in the house besides me. =( It used to be the other way around.... I blame it on my job. I'm gone for eight hours of the day, so I'm not here to interact with him... Then I come home and just want to rest. I have no energy for playing. Then school's starting in a few days....

But it's not just me. Ritter nipped our neighbor with his sharp teeth twice on her leg, and I felt terrible when I heard her scream. Plus he scares the heck out of Corey's friends... meh.

Not to mention that about seventy dollars was stolen from me, my mother's best friend is dying, I can't complete my pre-calculus assignment, I'm annoyed with my complexion, I have to get used to the 24/7 rubber bands in my mouth, and worst of all... I'm in a spiritual stand-still. I just... feel so sad and lost and confused. It hurts... realizing how lost I am.

Even Chinese take-out couldn't cheer me up.* I was like a mumbling zombie for the man at our door. I'd rather stand there unhappy and in a daze than give him a straight answer about his tip. =/

But at least I got to see my uncle Brian for the first time in over a month. He said to not be a stranger - come by more often. That simple thing made me smile. I missed him and the black jaguar.

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*Past quote by me to Becca: "Chinese food makes every sane person happy."

x_x

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