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Everything you wanna be, everything you are.

3 August 1977
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"Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?"
"You jump, I jump, right?"
"Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack."
"It's all right. We'll think of something."
"At least I'm with you."
"We'll think of something."

So here I am, at the beginning of a new adventure again. Every one brings me some new knowledge, some new strength, and every one brings me a little closer to 'happily ever after.'


...used to be squishification.
...have a dog.
...am a lover, and a fighter, sometimes both at the same time.
...am a caffeine junkie.
...am sometimes flighty but never flaky.
...prefer 'impassioned' to 'impulsive.'
...judge people on their intentions.
...believe that the world is generally a good place.

I'm a football-loving, NASCAR-watching, beer-swilling redneck Trekkie who knows every word to the RENT score and writes HP slashfic in her spare time. I love Waylon Jennings, Pearl Jam, John Denver, and Billy Joel. Clearly, I don't care for labels, though they're a necessary and decidedly useful evil at times, and - also clearly - I don't have a lot of definitive ideas about "who I am" and any outside suggetions regarding such are routinely and roundly ignored. I used to give myself an ulcer trying to "color inside the lines," and then I realized that it's my damn coloring book and so I started unapologetically chewing on the crayons.

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