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Smoke clings to my fingers as I drop the cigarette butt into an ashtray on my desk, stretching out and creating a fleeting piece of filligree in the candlelight. Jazzy horns and soulful piano music slink out of the stereo speakers, and a girl wonders what she's going to do with the next three hours before it's time to shower and go to work.

I missed Springer, and I've decided to NOT go hunt D down tonight.

I guess this sort of situation is exactly why I even bother buying pornography.

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Bork... bork, ohhhhh, bork... bork... bork bork bork! Bork! b..b.. booooooohhhhhrk... bork! Bork me, oh, GOD, bork me!

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I'm wearing your shirt to work. The green one that I got the stains out of? That one. I'm wearing it with my brown slacks. I've also got that little ballchain necklace on... that shiny thing you saw behind the papasan... that's what it was. Thanks for finding it. I've got my hair braided, and I'm wearing that brown felt hat. It's kinda cute, in that girl-wearing-wearing-guy's-clothing kinda way.

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I gripped the phone so hard that my fingers are numb now. It will never cease to amaze me how completely and totally overcome I am by my anger. I'm a fairly laid back person. I don't get angry often. But when I get angry, I get fucking angry.

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No words have ever been uttered by a human tongue that could express the anger that I'm feeling.

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My stomach is empty and aching. My appetite is gone. Nobody is online. I might just fall into bed.

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Dammit, love. You've gone to bed, haven't you? Well, that's for the best. Sleep tight.

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Everybody on the Notify List for my REAL journal is female.

Heh heh heh.

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The best example yet of how my sister Kathryn and I are so completely different. It may sound dumb, but I've never been a science geek. Love physics and geology, but they never covered the nature of fire in any of my physics classes, college or highschool. Bastards.

"Katy... what's fire?"
"What do you mean, "what's fire"?"
"Well, what is it? It's got form, it moves, it gives off light and heat. What is it?"
"Oh, it's energy, mostly. A little bit of matter thrown in (some air, some carbon remnats of whatever's buring, a little bit of co2)."
"so what it is, is a little dancing bundle of gas, heat and light?"
"Yup, basically. :) Pretty cool, eh?"
"If fire is energy, how does it move?"
"The heat producing the chemical reaction that creates fire is sufficient to trigger the same reaction in neighboring substances."
"So the fire doesn't really move then?"
"Nope. It's spreading... and dying out where it's consumed all of the suitable material."
"Oh. Well, it's still pretty, though."

I love my sister. Mainly because she IS so very different from me.