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Pick your Artist: Bif Naked Describe yourself: Succulent How do you feel: Tango Shoes If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Funeral of a Good Grrl Your best friend is: Only the Girl You and your best friends are: Never Alone If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Choking on the Truth What is life to you: Everything Your current relationship: Ciao, Bella Your fear: Abandonment What is the best advice you have to give: Hold On I would like to die...: Welcome to the End Time of day: The World is Over My motto: I Love Myself Today And just because I'm feeling contrary and really wanted to do it this way: Pick your Artist: Mika Describe yourself: The Only Lonely One How do you feel: Touches You If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Dr. John Your best friend is: Stuck In The Middle You and your best friends are: We Are Golden If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Good Gone Girl What is life to you: One Foot Boy Your current relationship: I See You Your fear: Lollipop What is the best advice you have to give: Love Today I would like to die...: Any Other World Time of day: Rain My motto: Relax, Take It Easy

I just got back from my birthday trip to Salt Lake. So glad he didn't wait til Thanksgiving so that it was a total surprise CONGRATULATIONS!!!

I hope it's the non-chronic kind. Several of my friends have fibromyalgia, which is one of those chronic pain diseases. If it helps at all, they lead very interesting lives and have lots of adventure between flare ups. You're in my thoughts EEEEEK!! That's the sound of me running away and hiding Seriously though, I am so excited to have a follower, especially since it's someone I'm so fond of

:huglove: 1997 was that kind of year for me. My dad didn't die of cancer, but he spent his last few months in a hospital bed because of his heart. I hope that your illness is nothing terminal and that your heart heals as quickly as it is able

I celebrate my New Year on my birthday, which is only a few days from now, so this poll is perfectly timed for me. I remember that I've had some monumentally rough patches this year, but I can't really remember what they are because it has truly been my best year yet. I spent a weekend on the Queen Mary with my friends. I had amazing fun and epic tears and learned my friends love me even when I'm a mess. I learned to fight with my friends. I've always been too nice to fight with anybody, so it was important and important step in learning to speak my mind openly. I filmed myself dancing in my pants and put it on the internet. I met Mika (who turned out to be somebody I would totally want to be friends with if circumstances allowed such things.) I wrote a small book. I've updated my blog more regularly than last year. I am about to visit my oldest and dearest friend, who I have not seen for just over ten years. In fact, I'm leaving in 2.5 hours This is the year that I finally feel like I've come into my own as a person. I'm not afraid of life or pain or other people. I'm not surrounded by people who hurt me. I am surrounded by people who love me. I'm not surprised they love me because I think I'm awesome. I have the kind of confidence I always wished I had. I'm comfortable in my own skin. I made all of that stuff happen. I made hard choices and opened myself up to things I used to fear. I took risks and was met with amazing love each time I did. My friends have loved me when others in the past would have ripped me to shreds. I have loved myself when I had the most reason to beat myself down. I am truly and deeply happy for the first time in my life. Did I mention I met Mika?

Get well soon!!!

Am I the only one who loves the coat? He always looks so stylish

No foot brace!!! I hope he's feeling better now! Been so worried

In the states, we call it Veteran's Day, but it's still intended to be a day of remembering the sacrifices people made. Both of my parents were veterans of the conflict in Vietnam. Neither of them died there, but my dad left his life there. He got a medical discharge because of a knee that needed to be fused, but it was his mind that was broken. He loved his life on the ship. He had a purpose and a place in the world. He could never find that in civilian life and moved us around every six to nine months in his search for it. He suffered post traumatic stress disorder and self-medicated with his gambling addiction. We were homeless a few times because of it. We often went without food and had to wear our clothes until we outgrew them to the point that we split the seams, which always happened when I was at school. Once in awhile, he would come back to himself and I would get to find out who he could have been if he hadn't been broken by the war. That's the person I am most like. He had a goofy sense of humor and a sharp mind. He loved people more than he knew how to express and was generous to a fault. Like my dad, I have post traumatic stress disorder. Unlike my dad, I have been able to find healthy ways to cope with it and am finding places in the world where I have purpose. I carry the best of him with me. I saw him leave the world on November 5, 1997. We were in the middle of an argument and he just stopped. He stopped speaking and stopped being in his body. He left mid-sentence. In the states, the iconic image of self-sacrifice is rows of headstones in a graveyard. When I think about self-sacrifice, I think of the people who are damaged and discarded before they die, the ones who lead ghost lives of pain and fear until their bodies finally give up holding them here. My dad was never completely alone. No matter where we lived, there were always other broken veterans for him to talk to. Often, they were homeless. The help that was available to them was worse than their pain. Often their brokeness went too deep to be fixed with a shower, a meal, and a warm bed. That never stopped my dad from trying to help them. There were very few times in my life that our house was not a home for a homeless veteran. I am still dirt poor, but I still give money to homeless people if I have cash on me because I know that their stories are never as simple as people think. I know that the act of kindness means more than whatever the money gets used for. I say a prayer for them and move on because it's all I can do right now. When I can do more by supporting programs to help people, I do whatever I can to support those programs. I remember the veterans who died and mourn the losses suffered by their families. I do what I can to honor the veterans who lived because their losses are no less significant. My mom is still carrying her scars from the war, though she was never in combat, it cost her everything too. I hope that she stops being busy long enough for me to spend some time with her today.

That was after the Seattle gig. I'm not in the picture because I had to pee (I got to have a picture with him, so I'm not too sad about it )

While you were posting that, I was busy trying to log in and discovered that I cannot remember my old username or my password Saved by my goldling brain (miss my gnomes)

I had a male dwarf hunter named Portly. It was awesome.

I MISS MY GNOMIES!!! I just got an e-mail from Blizzard inviting me to play again. Fortunately, I don't have any of my discs, so I can't....

That sounds like the vlog for the Salt Lake City gig. http://www.mikasounds.com/blog/post/574/The_Inspiration_For_The_Acoustic_Tour... It happens at 2:25

Thank you! I stole it from the front page

It will be on the CD for the single RAIN when it is released November 23. I can't wait!

Yeah. If I could be anywhere, I'd spend the rest of my life lost in those eyes

Try taking a deep breath and remembering to breathe when you get to meet him. I think I'd have been ok if I had remembered to do that

I had just enough time to hand him the book I wrote for him, watch him set it down, and snap the picture before I totally spazzed out and ran away while he shouted "thank you" to my back. I half-turned to say "you're welcome" nearly fell over, turned back around, nearly ran into the security guy, took a step, and nearly tripped over a chair. That's pretty much how pretty he is

And then you meet him in person and he's like a bazillion times prettier than the pictures.

He's just so PRETTY!!!

OMG! He has the cutest belly button I have EVER seen!!! (INNOCENCE! sheesh)

But I was only thinking of ice cream and lollipops! Childhood innocence!

I just found what I wrote last year: http://twilightriver.livejournal.com/5031.html http://twilightriver.livejournal.com/5259.html That's part one and part two. I haven't written much to that LJ because it's where I put experimental stuff, but you're welcome to check it out if you want to see more of what I've done. I need to start writing the project based on the book I wrote for Mika. Doing that for him gave me a good sense of how I want to write one of the books I want to write. NaNoWriMo might be a good time to tackle that.

Transcendent. Life-altering. Amazing. Awesome.... I'm not sure there are enough superlatives to adequately express how it was It was absolutely the best night of my life and I've written about it in great detail in the Seattle gig report thread