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ListsWhen I was young, I wrote a list. I've always kept lists. But they always change. At first, it was my "Toy List" because they were mine and I wanted to make sure I had them all. Then it became my "Toy's I Want" list because the ones I had weren't enough. My "Things I Want to Be When I Grow Up" list that followed looked strangely similar to my "Toys I Want" list; I wanted to be the astronaut in the plastic spaceship I wanted, or the little man driving the little racecar.Lists
During adolescence, I progressed from those early lists. Starting with my "Reasons Why Girls Are
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The Sun Will RiseRay could remember the first time he met her. Her name was Elaine; she was eighty-nine and his next door neighbor on the fourth floor of his building. The building was an old brick boarding house a dozen or so blocks away from the end of Lake Shore Drive, overlooking one of the public beaches of Chicago. He’d encountered the tiny woman (she was only five-foot-four) in the hallway outside their apartments early one morning as he was returning home from his night shift. She had been putting the keys in the pocket of her coat, and dropped them accidentally, jangling noisily on the floor. &nbsThe Sun Will Rise
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The PeonyHe stood on the corner of 5th Avenue and Colombia and sighed. She'd forgotten again. That, or class had run late again and she'd fallen asleep on her books again. The thought made him smile, imagining her brunette hair mussed up and spilling down over an open book somewhere in the back of a giant lecture hall, empty except for her. It would be just like her too, she was always tired after they were up late on the phone like they were last night, talking for hours about nothing, their goodbyes turning into another conversation until one of them passed out, curled up around the phone like a lover, wakThe Peony
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SmileYour smile.Smile
If there is one thing about you, one part of who you are that I love most, it's your smile.
Not because it is a rare thing to be captured and held close for fear of never seeing it again, but because I see it so often that I treasure it so dearly.
Your smile melts the hardest parts of my heart, warms away the chill deep in my soul that I can never seem to rid myself of. When I wake up in the morning in your arms and open my eyes I see your smiling face looking down at me, and it reminds me why I exist. If I hear you come through the door and look up from whatever it is
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- Current Residence: Perpetually at work.
- Interests: Friends, Writing, RPing, Talking, Clubbin'...
- Favourite movie: Mirrormask, V for Vendetta, Hero, Pan's Laberynth
- Favourite band or musician: Bitter:Sweet, Goldfrapp, Bodyroxx, Enur, Gotan Project...
- Favourite genre of music: Techno/Industrial, Trip-Hop, BossaNova
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman, Phillip Pullman, C. J. Cherryh, C. S. Friedman, Edgar Allen Poe
- Operating System: Vista. Kill me now.
- Wallpaper of choice: WIDESCREEN DAMNIT.
- Skin of choice: Prefferably my own.
- Favourite game: Mass Effect
- Favourite gaming platform: PC or Wii
- Personal Quote: Computers are like air conditioners: they only work untill you open Windows.
- Tools of the Trade: Keyboard and Spellcheck
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