i miss home. i miss my family and i miss unc and i miss the fair. i miss angela, whose phone is always off, and jaz, who never replies to emails and has deleted her lj. i miss michelle, who's in china... and i'm left here,i realize that i can be happy and still miss home. (i miss alpine and i miss kassie kristi christina vy tina pallas; i miss the student union and my car and my house and home .
I am trying very hard not to take it personally when candidates for high office charge "Washington" with "being the problem." I've spent my entire career working my tail off for the Gummint. And I love... And once the new team is in power, typically, the accolades begin for the functions of government that the new administration wants to use. Which, if past is prologue, are all of them.
Harry gave me this journal to write in, but I haven't used it too much yet. I never realized how bad my spelling was without having this communicator thing to correct it automatically... But, anyway....me. So! Uhhh, citizens of Discedo. Tell me about your home! It doesn't have to be a whole lot, it can be just like the name of it, I don't care. It's been a pretty good couple of days, yeah
Sometimes, I wonder how we all manage to survive. We live pretty haphazardly. It seems it would be challenging. Yet, we do survive. Lately, however, the puppy has been conspiring to make it harder...beds. The clock reads 3 am--give or take a half an hour. And then.... I lie there. Wide awake. Listening to my three guys breathing deeply. Not in unison. Well, it's good prayer time
(voice post) *Jennifer sounds a little bit rushed and there is the sound of things being shuffled about in the background* Well I got a job. Working in the clinic. I don't think I could be more thrilled...actually fit in. [ooc: the strikes are harder to hack than one might think although it can be done with moderate effort from the technologically savvy. She picked up a couple of things from Rodney]
[Kairi's checking a piece of paper that she'd been handed to make sure the address is correct as she walks up Lawrence Street towards the Stauros House. She stops at the path leading up to the front door...back home. [Adjusting her satchel strap on her shoulder, she walked up and knocked on the door. It was probably more polite than just barging in, but she fished out the keys she'd been given anyway.]
when i think of how i want my life to go, three different versions come to mind. one i have almost full control over, one i have semi-control, and one is completely up to the guy upstairs (i tend to rely...end up there anytime soon.... o ya and i may write a few stories based on #3, but only if people tell me they want some. actually, i think i'd have better luck trying to get comments from a wall...
Title: Home is Where the Heart is - Part 3b: Oscar and Bosie Pairing: Carl and Peter Forever Genre: Angst/drama/pastfic Beta: None. Rating: None, other than there is swearing...-for something at least. After they had gone, he noticed that Aoife had left her fags on the table next to him, a last little gift.
Title: Home is Where the Heart is - Part 3: Porkpie, Stringbeans, Mashed Potato and Gravy Pairing: Carl and Peter Forever Genre: Angst/drama/pastfic Beta: Still unbeta-ed. You’ll...spotting her in the audience from the stage of Kentish Town Forum compared to Filthy’s anyway. He wonders what she is doing now, where she lives, where she works, who she loves.
Title: Home is Where the Heart is - Part 2: The Prodigal Son Returns Pairing: Carl and Peter Forever Genre: Angst/drama/pastfic Beta: None. Rating: None, other than there is...reason to. Sure he could. Carl drinks some more whiskey and slouches back on the sofa, defeated. How did it all come to this, he wonders. He feels so alone.
