So, everything is calming down. Im not feeling as spastic as I usually am. Im sure that was evident to everyone who have been attending faire functions lately. Everything is fine, and Im hoping Ill start making sense.
Ive been dealing with people issues lately. Some people that were my friends have been spreading nasty rumors around a group of people I admire. People have been asking questions, and Im not liking it. I tried to fix things with these two people. I finally give up, and told them both so. I really dont want to talk to them. The stress is too much. I know this is pretty sad, but I had been questioning should I keep my mouth shut or should I stoop to thier level? I know the answer, and I should leave it alone.
All I can do is disclaim everyones questions. These people have stuff of mine though, and I would like it back. I already gave him his stuff back. I know I wont see my beaded curtains, or my 200 dolars ever again. My mom is pretty upset about it too. She bought the curtains.
Good news. Obama is in! Im excited. I hope it works out. Im woried though that he promised too much things that he will get done, and that only 25% of them will be done. As long as we are removed from Iraq, and I get my stimulus,. Ill be fine!
Bad news. Found out someone I know died in Alabama. The name sounded familiar, and I looked it up. Yes, I knew him. Played football at my high school. I went to church with him too, I believe. So, thats four people I know now. I dont think anyone should be able to recall more than two people they knew that died young. Then again, with car accidents, medical conditions, and guns being prevalent now days its not that surprising that more young deaths are occuring.

Dear Santa,
Thank you for the gifts you have sent thus far!

* Pots and Pans Set
* Nightgown and Robe
* Smokes Case and Lighter
* Espresso Machine
* Coffee Maker
* Faucet Water Filter
* 2 Thermoses
* Coffee
* Ornaments
* Hoodie Dress

Dear Santa,
I know I haven't been good this year. I cussed up a storm, skipped going to college, decidedly on a whim to take a pay cut by working at America's Favorite Place to Eat (While high and/or drunk!)! I haven't really taken care of myself, and I don't eat my veggies. Ive made fun of my, and my friends, ex girlfriends/boyfriends.
I did save my friends from being trapped by a flood once, and put the tree up early this year. I gave homeless people free coffee and smokes. I only went to... well.... I did worse on the partying front.
I know I wont get these, but anyway, This is my list:
*Pink Digital Camera (8 mpx or more)
*GPS System (Car)
*Virgin Mobile Wildcard Cell Phone
*Eee Netbook laptop (Windows XP)
*Cunninghams book on Crystals and Herbal Handbook
*DS and assorted Sims games
(I'm sure there is more)

   Okay. Time for an update... I think. For those who don't know, Me and Jesse got an apartment. Also, I dont work at the hospital anymore due to those rising gas prices. If someone would of told me they were going to drop I would still be making $10.15 an hour instead of $3.33 and hour at the friggin Waffle House. If there was a god of gas prices I'd probably eat his first born.
  Don't know what I'm going to do for faire. If I do Scots, Im getting my first year stuff grandfathered in. Im done with street color. Dressing period sounds okay, and the bodice is easier to get off when I overheat. I will be getting a pouch or two, or making one. Dont know yet. My second choice is Fae. I wanna play a leprochaun (sp). A little bit of sewing involved, and buying an $100 headpiece, but oh well. My third choice is gypsies, mainly because I dont want to be a villager, a royal, the guard. I also like tamborines!
 Speaking of overheat... its apart of a medical condition I have. Ulcerative colitis. Im not going into symptoms, or how it works with you. Its nasty, and this blog is public. Seems I have to drink gallons of water to stay hydrated. So, I have to drink both gatorade, and water. I have to be chugging water, though. I think I can handle it. Im gonna look up electrolites and see if I can take something that has what I need or mimics what I need.
  Oh, for all that need to know. This faire season I will be 21 years of age. May 3rd, 2009! Im getting the word out before I get the question, "Are you 21 yet?" This is because, "Are you 18 yet?" became very old. I was still getting the question last year, and Im 20.

When I was younger I wanted to be one of those wimmny with the really huge muscles. I wanted tobe a champion weightlifter, have gawdlike muscles, and possibly be Ms Universe. I'll settle for buff, because I also found out a long time ago because I'd like to keep what cupsize I do have. That, and the idea of growing mass amounts of facial hair does not apeal to me.
If you have only seen what steroids do to men, you should see what they do to wimmyn. Crazy, eh?

Good news... I have a new member to my family. Her name is Mopsy. I adopted her from the humane society. Im not sure if were gonna keep the name, or not, but we have a bunny. She is really sweet, likes her cage, lets you pet her, and she eats... alot! She is a dwarf/rex mix. That means she is slightly on the big side, but only slightly. Size of a cat. She's cool!
Bad news... My beta fish, Omeba, was a people fish. He liked to socialize with us by staring and following our finger. He loved food, and burrowing under his knocked over "adults only" sign. Well, he jumped out of his bowl. Yes, he did. Jesse found him on the floor when he came home. Bowl was on the table, Omeba was lifeless on the floor. Jesse sent him to fishie heaven. Next fish will be a beta named Protazoa, when the time is right.

Here it is. Two controls. There's the patch- Jesse. The cold turkey- Me. Its been hours since the last cig, and Ive only had one in more than 24 hours. Im detoxing it out of my system, starting today. Three days off or work is plenty of time to get past the physical addiction. Its pretty cool. Me and Jesse are doing this together, so its easier... unless we both snap.

For folks who don't know, I moved to Columbia. We have a full house here. Jon and I agree on alot of stuff, like writing books about everyday life. Random talk is awesome. Sandy is awesome, because she's a girl. Its nice to have someone like her to talk to about things. Jon and Sandy are both crazy smart. Their recall on history is amazing! Intelligent conversation is always a plus, and sometimes hard to come by these days. Well... not with them, and its awesome!
Mike is awesome! I have considered him an older brother. Me and him can talk about random stuff. We can talk about seriousness too. The jokes between us are awesome! Also, I like the fact we can throw around medical terminology. We work at the same hospital. I love being there for him. He has been here for me too. Ive found I'd practically do anything for him.
Patch, well, we don't talk much. He is here randomly. Other times he is at his folks. He does faire,and that already makes him cool. He is safety pirate!
Most of all, though, is Jesse. We see each other every day now. We get to cuddle. I look in his eyes and wonder how I could be so lucky. I always considered him on a higher platform than I. Just to realize we have alot in common is awesome. No longer do I see him as such, but my equal. Yes, that whole thing about him doing faire longer than I was into consideration. I'm still in wonder sometimes. Yet, thats okay. I love him so much! Its been five and a half months now, and I don't think Ive ever been this happy in a relationship. I knew him before we got together, and that makes it even better! We have great conversation. Funny, intelligent, and fuzzy. Now we live together. I was questionable about doing this, at first. Now, though, I'm glad I did.
Anyway, I'm writing now because I cant sleep. See, I went to the ER last night, waited for three hours to be seen. We had to drive from Columbia to Lake St Louis due to insurance arrangements. Jesse was with me. He doesn't like hospitals. Also, he was really worried about me. He made me go. My condition was getting worse, and I started to run a fever. So, we waited in the room. Come to find out I didn't get my UTI checked out soon enough. I have a kidney infection. I was prescribed hardcore antibiotics and vicodin for pain. I tried healing this this thing with cranberry and echinashia (sp) with goldenseal. No luck. Apparently I cant detox a bacteria. Anyway, they gave me my first dose of both there... two vicodins, one too many. He was happy to get me out of the ER. I was happy to get him out of there. We had to stop at Walgreens to get my prescriptions filled. By then I was completely out of it, referring to him as cool hat guy and babbling on about orange soda. So, he bought me orange soda and a water. The lady asked if I was driving back to Columbia tonight. I said yeah, but then Jesse said he was driving us back.
Anyway, apparently vicodin has this way of making me loopy, but gives me the inability to sleep until it wears off. Then I crash. The antibiotics have been kicking my ass. I'm taking today off, and I took yesterday off. Without the vicodin, it hurts really bad. I tried to take over the counter pain relievers, but they aren't working anymore. So, I have two choices. I can be miserable at work and have a kidney cramp up in the middle of a blood draw. Second choice, I can be sticking people whilst legally high. Both are not a good thing.
I opt for resting, when I can. Jesse is forcing me to drink water. Icky! He is currently sleeping. I'm currently writing a blog and drinking water. Anyway, he's been calling himself Dr. Jesse lately. I keep telling him he isn't a doctor, but he did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. Then I tell him one day he will make a great doctor, because he will. He has been taking care of me. He took me out to eat tonight. We both got dressed up, went to dinner. Then we went to the mall. I bought cool shoes on clearance at Hot Topic. I then proceeded to buy as much "Fosters Home of Imaginary  Friends"  merch as possible- within my spending limit. Gawd, I love that show! I now have a keychain with bloo on it, bloo shoestrings for my fake chucks (fucks), and bloo and cheese slippers. I told Jesse I'm not obsessed, but he saw through it. Afterwards, we went to Artisan. Its a coffee shop. Sandy and Jon met up with us a bit later there. We had a great time, or at least I did.
Beyond that... shifting subjects....
So, I moved here Saturday before last. Still sorting through stuff. Been too busy with work. I started last Wednesday. I'm a lab assistant with Audrain Medical Center. Its exciting! I draw blood. Tech school paid off. Also, I do urine dipsticks- setting up urine for UAs and U-chems. I prep microbiology plates and place them in incubators, prep blood cultures and place them in incubators, sort through send off labs, collect urine drug screens, perform paternity testing, spin urine and blood, and some more things here and there. All this was not covered in tech school. Ive decided, though, that I wanna take a different career path from nursing. I wanna become a clinical lab scientist, also known as a medical technician. I wanna be able to read the slides, read the plates, look at organs in specimen cups. Maybe, one day, Ill decide to go with my original career plan... becoming a pathologist. Then I can have a TV show called 'DR. H.' *wink*
We went down to Wentzville last weekend for Midwinter's ball. Also, we went to register Karsen in faire. My sister is going to be in the scots guild with me. Yay! I took her to Midwinters with me and Jesse. She is being called my mini me. She cringes at that, but I remind her she will be until she develops cheekbones. Anyway, Midwinters was a hoot! Jesse danced with me. We did our best at swing dancing though. The throws were amazing. We are perfect dance partners at swing dancing. Anyway, I lost the raffle. Me and Karsen bother put 6 tickets each in for the calligraphy set. Slightly bummed, but really don't care because I had a great time. Afterward, we dropped Karsen off at the house. Then me and Jesse went to Steak N' Shake with other rennies. After that, we went back to my house. We left the next day.
The tiny tidbits here and there....
An ex of mine, and now a friend of mine text me for the first time in ages this week. Apparently, she has been taking the drag scene by storm. Shes a drag queen. You'd ask, doesn't that make her a drag king, since she is a girl? I say, "long story."
My new boss is awesome. We have the same personalities, almost.
Money situation still exists, but I received money from dad as a gift, and I make decent money now at my new job. Rent is due, and I'm confident I'll be able to pay it. I have to insure the jeep in my name. I'm slowly buying it from my mom. I'm currently just chilling on all this though, because I'm focussed on getting better. Now I also have to pay my copay for the ER visit, and I paid the copay for the prescriptions. Unexpected medical expenses. Now I know how that feels... a little too soon. So, FeLicia has an understanding of the importance of a budget. Ha! Ha! Ha! Meh! Like I said, I know everything will slide into place.
So folks, I'm now off to look at buying scrubs from the internerd... and maybe a shirt of Cocoa from "Foster's Home of Imaginary Friends."
Take care! Much love!
~FeLicia

This is the worst flu I have ever had... ever. My body cant decide between fever or chills. Of course, when you have chills, you are actually having a fever. Your body is trying to fool you. I havent eaten a full meal since Sunday. Im barely keeping anything down. Water is very appealing right now. I long for it, and thats strange because I dont even like drinking it at faire- unless I have heartburn. I cant breathe through my nosey. I drove today in third person. Ive coined a new term. Driving in third person. Why I didnt turn around, I dont know.
I was supposed to finish clinicals this week, but I havent been able to. I barely can keep the car between the lines. How am I gonna direct a needle into a vein. What really convinced me to leave was when we had a chemo patient come in. Its one thing to not be able to draw straight. The other phlebotomist did the draw. I felt bad being sick around someone whose immune system might be compromised. Lets just say I was only at the hospital for 30 minutes. Good thing is... I didnt get to draw on anyone. A patient came in and denied me the draw because Ive missed on said patient once before. I only have five more draws to go. Anyway, Im sure the limited info I gave will not get me in trouble, since I didnt even give the gender of my patients.
Im supposed to finish my draws tomorrow, but I doubt thats a good idea. If I do, I will have to leave before 2nd shift housekeeping starts. I havent been at work for the last two days. Funny thing is, those were my last two days at my job. I start my new phlebotomy job next Wednesday. I move to Columbia on Saturday. Yes folks, I know its open house for faire. Im moving in with rennies. It really cant get any better than that.
Anywho, thats is my update. Sorry if I sound whiney. I know I have been lately. It will get better, Im sure.

Two days off work. Woot! Something about getting burnt out.
Anyway...
~The corn chips I ate said that one or more of the ingredients in them MIGHT be corn. I don't even wanna fathom what could be in them if it want corn.
~A virgin rum and coke is just coke. I had alot of virgin rum and cokes today.
~If drinking makes you feel good, then why does too much drinking make you feel like shit? Not that I have been drinking. Actually, I like the feeling of not drinking. Its cleaner. Its cheaper. You remember where your clothes went from the night before.
~Some people say pot isnt bad for you. In actuality, it contains five times more tar than cigarettes. Some people get addicted to the high. Now please, someone explain why its better for you.
~I like the saying "White on rice." If the rice was green, then no one would eat it, would they?
~"If you teach a child to read, they will pass a literacy test." ~G. W. Bush
~If I go two days without nicotine, I pick up a nasty shopping habit. If I don't go two days, I still pick up a nasty shopping habit.
~If I had a million dollars, Id buy a car, some clothes, rent an apartment, pay my bills, and go shopping until I was broke again. That would be after I stockpile on gasoline and candy!
~One day I will teach my kids the importance of gummy bears, sour worms, and why no one eats the black jellybeans.
~Im so unorganized I should be a history major.
~Mary, Queen of Scots has a French accent. Its not Scottish. She was raised in France.
Finally...
~"Do you want fries with that?" is not a good career move... EVER!

Well, I was at the Waffle. Yea, that usual  thing I do. Chaz walks in, mentions that JCPenney and Co. opened at four in the morning. So, I get this grand idea to go see whats going on. We sit around, drinking coffee before loading up in his car (at 3:30) to drive out to LSL to JCPenney and Co. for the hell of it.
We get there, and the line for Target is huge. Then I spotted someone sitting outside of it that I despised more than Spam. Doesn't matter. My presence prompted her to leave immediately. Anywho, me and Chaz go in. He looks at the Christmas trees, I looked at the winter coats. I go buy needed items. Saw many of my old managers.- who are still pissed that I walked out of a shift. They said nothing, but I saw it in their holiday hurried faces. Meh! RED TRENCH COAT! 50 BUCKS! I BUY! YAY!
Anyway, we get to the checkout. Come to find out, Chaz waited in line for 30 min for a tree that sold out god knows when. I checked out at another department. He wasn't happy with management, I even pointed out who to talk to. He skipped it, though. I really wish he would of. She wasn't a pleasant person anywho. By the time we left, the line wrapped around the store three times and mingled with the other line.
Then Chaz decides were going to Best Buy. Yes, you heard me. Best Buy. We get there, the store is packed. A cop used his status to park in front of the store. Meh! So, we walk around. He buys a dvd player, surround sound, two memory cards, and some sort of sound router. (Jesse, help me out here. What the fuck did he buy? It does something, and something else. I think it also has a built in toaster oven.) I wanted the 3 gig Sanyo mp3 player, but I don't have the money. They hold mp4s. I want it! It is hot pink!
Anyway, me and Chaz get in line, starting near fridges.  Took 30 min. Left. Headed to the Waffle. Drank two cups of coffee. Left! There was an accident at the intersection. Fun. It reminded me that work today will be hella busy.
Anyway, I get home to realize the checkout chick didnt remove the ink tag. No, not an ink tag, a zap tag. Nice jolt of electricity shocks you if you pry it. I did it anyway, and got zapped. Big shit. Its off the item.
Anyway, I need to sleep now. Tell you more later!
~Fe

PS: Jesse just possibly broken his wrist. What am I gonna do with him? Someone have a people bubble?

Ohkay, Im gonna have a heart-2-heart with the Timberkids for a minute.

Whenever it gets rough, whenever you feel like there is no way out, self inflicted death is not the answer. Things get better after high school. Breakups happen. People flunk. You will lose friends. Sometimes it sucks when all three happen at once. There is life outside of the place you are in now. Dont worry.
Take this from someone who has been there. Take this from someone who has faced the beast head on. I have weighed the option before, and I am glad to say I made the right choice.
Live. If you need it, seek help. This hits close to my heart. Too many people have walked the road before. If its depression, get it treated. Talk about it. People do care, no mater what you think.
Take care of yourself, Timberland. Think on the day when you will walk across the stage and become adults. There is more to live for outside these walls.
~FeLicia

PS: As someone pointed out, walking across the stage does not always make you an adult. It just made me one. True, true.

They missed the bus. I had to drive my siblings to school because they missed the bus! Ahhh!
Someone should pay! I think the school district, because the buses come at an ungodly hour in the morning. Plus, we are the richest school district in St. Charles County. Were the ones with a budget of $1,000,000. Need I say more?
I need about 3 bucks from you people! Thanks for the education, but seriously, if your gonna send buses at 6 in the morning and take away block scheduling, the least you should do is give me lunch money!
What else can Wentzville R-4 screw up on?
Ps: Dont lose the big check Mastercard writes you this time!

Alright, just came back from America's Favorite Place to drink coffee and get hit on by old guys. So, I'm reading in my course book (If you haven't heard, my career path for now is phlebotomy) that in the third trimester amniotic fluid is also made up of infant urea. Yes folks, babies piss before they are born. They sometimes shit too. Hmm... Also, I have now learned how men clean themselves in order to do a clean catch urine sample. There are diagrams. Uhh... Also, they still bleed people in the 21st century. Yep, if you have an iron deficiency, or if you make too many red blood cells, they can hook you up to a donor collection bag and drain you of your red, body heated life fluids.
So, if Jesus is gonna return to earth as a reincarnation of himself, does that mean reincarnation might be real, in biblical terms? Or does that just mean Jesus can reincarnate himself because he's got the power? Wow! The little factoid that Mary had a kid the way she did, sounds too much like a few mythological stories Ive read about God's and Goddesses.
Also, I need to get nylon strings and soft steel strings for my guitar. A new bell set is in order too, since what's-her-ass wont return mine. Speaking of asses, Alex is such an ass. She has no sense of humor, and seems to think what me and Chelsea think is funny is a waste of time to her. Now I remember why I can't stand her anymore. She looks too much like a guy, and her personality isn't that appealing.
Why do I like my wimmyn to have short hair, and my men to have long hair? Someone with an answer. Or, my wimmyn to be total masculine dykes, and my men to have a soft side? I'm not saying someone I know has a soft side. Oh, theres the corner I back myself into all the time. Nice corner, pretty little corner.
I'm going to bed now.
~Feene, Felicity, Fee, Fee Fee, Doctor, Leech, and every other name I have racked up through the years other than my real name- FeLicia
Ps: Copyright 2007. Anyone in violation will be bombarded by pirates tomorrow morning.
PPS: No seriously, pirates!
PPPs: FeLicia AKA Someone's little pirate girl (In belly dancer's clothing) IM AN ASIAN PIRATE, FUCKERS!

Hooray for Lesbian music!

Notice, I post alot from my room. Its a refuge, sometimes. Only when its not bombarded by maternal raids, jewelry stealers, fix hunters, and the occasional anti terrorism task force. Meh... I should get more friends so they can read my blogs. Im only entertaining one person at the moment, and he has probably heard this crap before. Meh....
Less than 48 more friggin' hours. Then I can have cuddle time, kissy time, alone time with Jesse. Gawd, please, seriously, let time fly by! I cant even sleep. Ahhh!
Then, Saturday and Sunday Ill have to play a character of epicness that seems to attract all patronage. A character that makes my ego skyrocket. She hasn't even come naturally to me, and yet, there is this crazy connection thingy between me and her. It might be the profession. Doctor. Something that I coulda been if I didnt screw up in high school.
Yet again, I was meant for something that falls in the bracket of an ass wiper, IV pusher. Gee, I wanna become an OB/GYN nurse. One day. If not, Id like to work with children. Maybe a peds nurse. If I may not be able to have 'em, Ill be content taking care of everyone else's kids.
Hey, I don't need kids yet. Yet, if I have ten kids right now I can fall in another tax bracket. Umm... HELL NO! Ill settle on a pet rock named Steve for now. Gee, I hate maternal instinct. People like me should never have one.
So, I sit, a refugee of my own room. Good lord. There better things  I can be doing right now. Sleeping for one. Okay, Im not getting the 8 hours of sleep I promised someone. Shit!
Night, losers!
BTW... I wub you, Jesse. Berry, Berry Much!

I should be studying for a test, but I feel like typing up a blog. Well, as we know, work sucks. This one very annoying person finally left today. I could swear this person wanted my body. That, or this person was lonely. He/She wanted me to wheel them outside. I told them it wasnt in my job description. I was thinking, “Id rather have sex with a baboon and have people take pictures and place them on the internet than to take them for a walk.”
My approach to cleaning up after dead people is becoming better. Death is apart of life. Im just scared of it; and its disgusting in a way. I just hope that one day, when it happens to me, I can use the bathroom properly before I croak. Then again, I don’t wanna reach the stage where Im wearing depends.
I take peace in the OB department. I can just stand in one of the rooms, and look out the window at a busy highway. I used to not like kids. Now, there is the peace. I wanna be able to look out that window, holding a bundling of my own, telling them about the world outside of the hospital. Then part of me doesn’t want to have a child. Part of me doesn’t want to subject a kid to tortures of this world. Part of me doesn’t want to pass down the gene of crazy that plagues the family, to have to deal with the crazy I have to face. The constant change of emotion. I deal with it naturally, though. What happens if the kid has to deal with it worse, and needs something more. I don’t think I can stand the pain.
Then, there is this whole teasing thing. Im not of traditional religion, and I dress creatively. The world is changing, but not fast enough. Like it matters. Im not old enough to have kids. I think Ill wait for a long time. I wanna know the situation is right before I even consider it.
Anyway, Im rethinking my career path. I’d love to earn a biology degree, and go to medical school. Maybe become an OB/GYN. I’ve fallen in love with the idea of bringing the next generation into the world. Sure, there are sad moments. Yet, it seems the happy outweigh the sad. It seems five minutes after someone passes, the lullaby of a newborn is heard over the speaker of the hospital. It makes me smile. I cleaned a room once, and heard a baby’s first cry from across the hall. I wept. I don’t even know the family, and I cried.

My little one
Don’t you cry
You’re safe and warm
Here at my side

The world can be cruel
Very unkind
You will see, though
You’ll do just fine

I’m in love with the idea
Of your beautiful face
One day, though, one day
You’ll be safe in my embrace

I promised someone a happy attempt at a poem. Here is one for you.

Glowing embers of a fire
Burning, yet alluring
Your hand in mine
My heart is burning

A flight of passion
Your fingers like silk
Flowing on my skin
My spirit awake

Your hazel eyes search mine
Oh, my weakness of strength
I wonder how long I’ve waited
A lifetime, this length

You see beauty
In this ravaged soul
You’ve healed it
From a roar to a lull

Sands of an hourglass
Have froze to their fall
Beauty and terror
You’ve seen it all

The woman within me
Longed to be free
In your arms
She rests with peace

Like rebirth in a flame
A phoenix in flight
From sadness to cheer
From darkness to light

I wish to be with you
Every day, every night
Yet, for now
You’re in mind’s sight

I close my eyes
I can see you’re face
You’re always with me
You’re in my embrace

There we go. Something that only a muse, and tons of caffeine, causes. My first happy poem, considering my first few poems were about murder and self fabricated death. I know, I need to work on my poetry skills, but I have a muse now. He’s the most awesome thing since someone realized that chocolate is better when its not bitter. I think I just delivered a metaphor. Yay me  Way to go, Jesse!  Im already creating metaphors, thanks to you. What’s next? Big words? Please say big words!  I like big words !
Speaking of the person known to me as Oreo Cookie Kid... long story. Anyway, I don’t think I have felt for someone the way I feel for him. Even being able to admit I have fallen for a guy is something new. *Cue Captain Morgan pose* There is such a connection, like I’ve known him for longer than my life. Silly me, that’s probably because I have. I can say that about a lot of people in faire, but he is different. I mean, I really didn’t think much of anything joining faire. I just figured him as another rennie guy. Nice, flirtatious, outgoing... That was until Bristol. Then again, I did pose dead for a picture once or ten times, and went back stage when he was back stage in the Scot’s guild. Then there was Bristol. He protected me from... well.... lets not go there. By the second night we were cuddling. By the second day we had people thinking we were an item. Two weeks later, we were together. I held his hand for the first time, and we kissed that night. I was breathless. We have so much in common. I cant wait to see where this goes. I’ve fallen for him.
Uh oh, watch out nontraditional bible thumpers  Im not a stereotypical lesbian anymore  Thank you Super Syphilis, Jebadiah Overalls, and Amazingly Stupid Crusty Santa Claus Hobo Man (Santa, for short), for being complete ass holes. Jesse picked me up off the ground and defended my ass.
Thank you to the tree, for letting me see the power of what a family of crazy pagans can do with free time. Thanks for letting me fall into Jesse’s arms, and realize the connection we share. Jon, Sandy, Patch, distant cousin James, you have become family. Jesse, most of all, you have become more than family.
So, to sum it up, The fear of falling down is the fear of showing weakness. Damn it, I fell down. Hey, now its for the joy of standing back up again.
The end  You may return to your lives now, people!  Go ahead!  Return!