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  1. So I recently had a falling out with one of my oldest RP friends. I'm very tore up about it, it makes me very sad that this has happened as it was all around a bad situation. It was a lot of shit that piled up to a large culmination of me putting my foot down. Now let me explain, the aggression wasn't outrightly directed about me but that doesn't mean that it would not in some way affect me. It's naive to think that something that is aimed at other people in my life won't somehow affect how I feel or the things that go on and the way that those people feel. I'm a very empathetic person, I tend to be angry when people are angry and I'm sad when their sad. This doesn't mean I'm being manipulated, in fact, quite the contrary. It means that I'm being informed instead of ignorant. The way people treat other people is a very important aspect of knowing and caring for someone else and seeing the way that this person attacked people that I knew really harmed me, harmed my feelings to know that I am friends with such a vindictive person. Now please don't mistake, I am human, I am vindictive and I lash out when hurt but I feel that they were starting to push the limits too far and push the aggression past an appropriate level. I watched it happen. I tried to cull it in in a positive manner. My positivity did not diminish their negativity. After a tireless effort to try and stem the behavior with subtle hints that they were being such I finally had to put my foot down and tell them that their words and actions were hurting me and I asked them to make a choice between my friendship and this vindictive grudge that they were on a crusade to express to harm people around me. Unfortunately they chose the grudge I think overall, what hurts me the most is that the person couldn't see past the blind rage of hurt to the fact that instead of mending a wound they were making more. They blame me for being manipulated when I made every decision and every approach myself without consult to anyone else from start to finish as well as I was the one that identified anything I brought to them as it was not harmful to the other people (it was but that was not why I brought it to them) but because it was indirectly harmful to me. I know some things hurt but that's no reason to hurt other people. I hope that everything gets better for anyone hurting right now and I certainly hope that when you are hurt that you can see past that and try not to hurt other people and if you do at least recognize it eventually and apologize. If you don't, then I'm sorry.
  2. So I feel that my Morrgroove or Morrmojo or Mojo-Jojo is gone and never coming back. I feel uninspired dull and downright blechy most days. I'll sit at my computer and things that make me inspired and happy to do online feel like chores. It's not supposed to be this way. My hobbies should feel fun and exciting to come home to. I should want to get all of my other stuff out of the way so I can sit down and enjoy the happy things and life. But I don't and it depresses me. So the normal responses that I'm sure I'll here is "Get a new hobby" or "If it depresses you then find out why" well I don't know why. I love being at my computer. I love writing. I love coding websites. I love making images. I LOVE Rping and yet all of these things don't inspire me at all. This could be the 12 hour days at work but really if that's what is killing it for me then why did I enjoy them in the first place? Because it killed time? I used to itch to get home and turn on my laptop and see all the amazing things I missed that day and regret missing it. Now it's just one more thing I need to do. I need my Morrmuse back. It's gone and I can't find it. If you see her please send her straight back with my brain. It would be muchly appreciated.
  3. So as always I Morr fuck things up. I swear I have a natural aversion to goods things in my life. It's like when good things come my way I avoid them like the plague but when bad things come I'm attracted to it like a magnet. The newest Morrfuckup is that I met this guy (and don't groan and be like oh one of those stories. STFU and listen) and it turns out that we have a lot in common. Mind you I've recently discovered that since I like a lot of things that I have a lot in common with a lot of guys. It's really easy to find things that you have in common if you have a lot to be in common about, but it's oddly different. I'm talking right down to the enjoying Hentai and porn here people. But anyways, I digress. So I fucked things up last night and really it is my fault and I know it is. I get overly sensitive especially when I don't fully understand the gravity of what I'm not supposed to be let in on and it hurts, I'll add a needless to say that I wasn't in the best of moods because it was in fact the Anniversary of my brother David's Death and it always hits me like a ton of bricks when I'm thinking it isn't coming for me. ANYWAYS! I got upset for no reason but it was a reason because I didn't understand and I know that's part of me but then when I tried to cheer him up he snapped at me and that just hurt my feelings and I've been hurt ever since. Now afterward, this is one thing that we work on different wavelengths on and it's difficult for me because part of it goes over my head and the other part of it just hits a brick wall and it totally throws me for a loop but he has no mannerisms. Or let me correct and say he has few mannerisms and it makes it hard to read. Now he tells me to just ask but I don't like to ask. I feel pesteringy when I ask because I feel like that's all I'm doing but he tells me to do it anyways and the other thing is that I have never been able to take things at face value. Ever. People don't talk like that. There is always underlying innuendo or something that I'm missing and even with what happened there was because I just didn't know the difference between upset and freaking out. It's a big difference and it makes it difficult to know what to do if I don't know what that difference is. Another difference is when I'm upset, no matter how I'm upset (sometimes even when I tell you to get the fuck away) I want to be cheered up or pushed back on. I like to know I'm wanted and I know he wants me but instead of getting push back I pretty much just fell over. Zayzie did cheer me up a bit but then I fell right back down the pit when I talked to him today. So I said mean things that I did and didn't mean. At least I think so. I've been hurt and I'm sad and all cry-ey which is really odd. I only say that because of all of the boys I've been with I didn't cry for too long afterwards or regret it really either. I mean I sometimes wish there were ways to fix it but looking back I'm better off without and I really regret the things I said. He's mad at me and I understand. I broke up with him because I was upset. I'm a Morron. I feel bad and I love him but I don't know if it's fixable. I hate when I can't fix it. Another thing is he doesn't like when I apologize but I apologize a lot. It's just something I do. Whether it's because I'm a submissive or I'm genuine or I feel that it's the way to get everyone happy again. I like when people are happy. I like to be happy so I apologize and he hates it and he snaps at me about that too. I don't know what to do to fix it as I can't wipe it away but C'est La Vie. As always. I fuck everything up. I am a horrible person. And we weren't even testing for that. #Morrfail
  4. Morrigan

    Networking

    So if you knew it or not I'm working on writing a book and to do that I've been reading a rather informative book on how to get myself published. Mind you I'm an extremely slow reader and I have had little time to actually do any writing with being exhausted from work but I'm trying really hard. I have my game plan in motion on how I want to continue I just need the time and focus to do so. So, back to the explanation, it talks about networking and making a market for my book, finding that market or seeking it out. Now, that sounds like a great plan but I find a few flaws with that system. Who is my market? While I want to believe everyone is my market, obviously my market will stray to the Sci-Fi fantasy people and even maybe on the slightly gothic side. Well Sci-Fi is an extremely broad realm, where would I start? Well you'd think at Sci-Fi sites, but I go to a Sci-Fi site and all I see are things about pace and things. So I have a niche of Sci-Fi right? Dystopia. Because that is a sub genre for Sci-Fi that my book should fall into. Where do I go for Dystopia? http://dystopia.com/ That's the obvious choice right? But where is the community behind that? There are great film and book suggestions there but where is the community I'm looking for. So lets google it. When you google Dystopia you get facts and lists of Dystopia as a genre, still no community right? Well what about who inspired it? Muse. Well there is a great community that follows muse but what would make them interested in a "Muse inspired Dystopia"? What would draw that crowd to me as a writer? Well our love of Muse but I'm not a deeply musical person. I love music but how does that fit in with a book that I want to publish to promote it? Well get the people and they will love it? Well I want to but how does one wriggle there way into the community of something so intertwined? What would one do to try and reach out to other Muse fans and tell them that I am inspired to write a book that might be to their fancy as it is inspired by the same music that they listen to? How would one truly integrate themselves? Well there is always building a website? Well I have websites. I have many in fact. I even have a roleplay based in the world that I have created for this book, mind you it is far more lax then the actual book will be because I have to make it playable but it is a website dedicated to the world the book is in. Then get people attracted to the site! Ok! Come to http://knightsofcydonia.org join and RP! Did it work? Did I get you hooked enough to join? Have questions? Ask me there. *tests said theory* Another method is to do things like Podcasts and Tweets and Facebook about myself, about my book, about things my book is about and things like that. Well that's fine and dandy if I were making a book on how the world today is a Dystopia but I am not (mind you I do believe modern day America is a modern day Dystopia, ruled and controlled by the market, want to know more show your interest and I will blog about it). Now Podcasts, Sure, I'll do a podcast but what would it be about? Same things I've been talking about? I really want to start building this world of people interested in my work but really where does it start for a fiction writer? Where would I push to get people to like me as an author? My answer to that is through my blog here. While I only update semi-regularly I think that this is my best bet to gain any interest whatsoever. I do post my chapters to my Fanfiction here. I think that I may try to write short stories and post them here too. I certainly think that it would do me a world of good to concentrate on something that will focus me artistically, even if I'm tired. It says to work hard and work tirelessly. Well I'm already tired so lets either get changed into a vampire or turned into a zombie so I can work even harder. I want to do this. I CAN do this! I have never wanted something to be completed so badly in my life. Here is my attempt as a working tirelessly person: I will try to post something on this blog at minimum bi-weekly. I will try to post a short story set in the world I am creating at least monthly. I will try to keep this schedule as best as I can, even when stressed, tired or otherwise physically and mentally strained. I will try to respond to all tweets/facebook requests and blog comments in a timely fashion. I will try to keep up with my social networking medias so that you know that I am diligently trying to get this done. I will try to post updates as far as which chapter I have completed and how many words are done on the story, periodically. I will try to be a better person/mother/girlfriend/daughter/sister even during times that I may feel pressured or sad. I will try not to cop out and talk only about my emotions, having ideas and writing them down when I get them. I will ask for advice on things that I may not know much about. I will make myself as available as I can to both connect with people and be helpful in things that you may need help with. I will get published no matter what it takes.
  5. So, I have a new boy that I am dating and he has a somewhat obsessive ex that thought that he was cheating on her with me because we chatted on IM. Long story short it wasn't true. He broke up with her and now she's causing a big massive amount of llama drama which is sadly not llama-ey, just drama-ey. Now to continue this fantastic story the other day she sent the boy in question a message that appeared to be a copy and paste of a FB conversation that she had started with me. Mind you, I have only sent her one correspondence and that was because she demanded one from me , to the boy. So I sent her a message back, that was pre-approved by both my Internet wife and my boy before I sent it. SO, this message was as follows: Just so you know, we did sleep together. He's not yours to control and he can do whatever he wants. Also the hickeys were from me, but had I known he wouldn't last that long I may have thought twice. So you know what why don't you stay away from him. He doesn't want you anymore. He's found a better woman to be with, he doesn't even know you exist anymore so just give up! He told me how bad you were, how crazy you are. Well guess what, now he's mine just like I knew he'd be. So get lost and stay away from MY man. Now reading that, if you don't know me, is pretty good attempt at trying to pretend to be me. Unlike this person, there is capitalization and punctuation and even seems somewhat coherent, it's not even close to something I would write. Lets break it down on how Un-Morrigan like it really is. First things first, I ALWAYS name the puppy. I don't care if you know exactly what or who I'm talking about, if I'm being administrative in any way I name the puppy so Geo( my boy's name) would have been mentioned first sentence. While I can be talkative I'm not long winded. If anything, as you can tell, I am rather blunt. I tend to not use the phrase Just so you know, especially when I'm talking to someone that I'm not on good terms with. It's just not a common phrase unless I'm on the phone informing someone of something extra. This information that I supposedly wrote was not just a "so you know" thing. This correspondence that I wrote is more or less a "bitch please" and so the phrase doesn't fit. The "he can do whatever he wants" sounds so South Park-ish to me. I guess maybe but I would keep any correspondence with this woman, to be honest, about her and not about my boy, since that's actually where the problem lies. I find the word hickeys lewd. I much prefer a gentler term like "Love Bites" or "Marked" I would never discuss sex with someone that I didn't feel comfortable about it with. Which I don't really care but I mean I certainly wouldn't talk shop with an ex. Not really my thing. If you guys really want to know the truth? He rocks my socks. I am not a jealous person, I actually support being friends with people that need it. Then again I may not support him being friends with her just because of her negative behavior but that's mostly because I've had enough negativity in my life to know that it doesn't get you anywhere, just sticks you in the mud and makes it difficult to move forward. I don't believe that he doesn't want her, well maybe he doesn't, but honestly I know that people that have long relationships, regardless of how they act, care in a deeper manner even if they aren't the right match for one another. I do believe that he would like to be friends with her because I think he does respect her despite her flaws. I, by no means, think I am a better person then this woman. I just know I'm different, nothing more, nothing less. I absolutely do not believe that he doesn't know she exists anymore. She texts him all the time and he doesn't ignore her (did you know I had mind blowing 69 sex that I don't even remember. Neither does he.Weird. It must have been so amazing we both got a bout of amnesia about it.) He did tell me about the jealousy and things but I would focus on that. really, it's her life, she should live it how she wants it. I never said I knew he would be mine. Hell, had he said he had a girlfriend I wouldn't have even have thought he was on the market, not even a small bit. I don't tell people to get lost, I tell them to gtfo (get the fuck off). I would never say "MY man!" it sounds too Jerry Springer. Not just that there is no exclamation to emphasize it. I would simply say mine. I also don't single space anything unless I'm writing disconnected thought sentences that relate to one another. Lastly, I probably would have summed the entire thing up in about two sentences. "Stop being a fucking cunt licking bitch and take care of your daughter instead of focusing your life problems on someone that, honestly, should be commended for putting forth the effort to help someone that honestly doesn't appear to want to help themselves. Have a good life, I wish you and your daughter the best and I can't wait until we can maybe be friends.<333 Morr" I'm sure there is more but that's all I feel the want to talk about. Needless to say my boy wants to talk on the phone and is fucking distracting me from writing any further so I will leave it here and bid you ado and enjoy the lols because Morr <33's you! Feel free to post your comments if you want.
  6. So I was talking to a friend and one of my fellow RPers Anon administrators and neither of us are very happy with the Social networking softwares that we have found to change RPers Anon over to the new software that we find fills the needs and dreams we want to make for it. We already switched to Dolphin which is alright but it certainly is just "too much" and not very intuitive. There are far too many dependent modules and it is far too expensive to get the features that we want. So we've been looking into other means of getting the results that we want. We've tried Elgg, which looks like the most promising but the support in the community is lacking as well as the basic functionality that we want for the site. She's tried Drupal (the bane of my existence) I've looked at other softwares and they are either expensive or ugly to even look at let alone consider skinning. Now that leads to the reason why I'm even blogging at the moment, I WANT WHAT IS IN MY BRAIN TO JUST APPEAR. I Want the code to just appear from my head, perfectly formatted, and give me what I want. I'm nowhere near coding savvy enough to make something that is secure and nice. (I've tried and it was a very poor attempt back then, let alone looking back on it now). I really want something not too elaborate or needy. I mean the basic things that we want is: Members Messaging Friends Groups Fan Pages Statuses of some sort Notifications An update of what the person is doing around the site Discussions (preferably just in Groups I don't think I need a general forum anymore at all) Site Directory (Which might be integrated into the Fan Pages) Profile Comments Liking things on profiles and in groups (to go into what the person is doing on the site) A Default Portal page that has this information laid out in a nice fashion. Now looking at the list I feel like it's a lot of stuff (especially since I have a feeling it's not the entire list) but there are things that irritate me and I want something that my members can really connect with for RP. I don't want a basic forum. I want an honest to god, made for RPers, by RPers Social Network but I can't afford to buy someone to code something for me. Maybe if someone loves me enough they will be inclined to help me out. I'm not a complete coding dunce but I'm a poor mum. Maybe I can exchange awesome Morrness (posts and IMs and Tweets and general time spent) for some intense coding help or even some development help. Wishful thinking I'm sure...
  7. Morrigan

    Liz Fic Part 4

    Elizabeth fell out of sync for the third class that day as she jumped up and down teaching the thirty-odd people in front of her a new routine. They didn't notice, how could they? But she could and it frustrated her. Her mind kept wandering to the man that morning, the one that looked familiar but wasn't familiar. Every time it wandered, she faltered. Who in the hell was he? Why did she recognize him? Why couldn't she get her mind off of it? Distraction 101. Think about something that draws your mind away from the task at hand. It's always a bad thing. “Liz, is something the matter?” Amanda asked her, the genuine look of concern on her students face as she approached Elizabeth after the class. “Yes. Why? Does something look to be the matter?” Elizabeth asked incredulously. “Oh, well you just look a little sad is all. See you next week,” Amanda said with a smile and a wave of her hand still holding her aerobics towel. That is why you do not get distracted, people notice. “Yeah, see you next week,” Elizabeth responded as she always did, a bright smile on her lips as everyone left the expansive room to her. Once the room was empty she moved to the wall and placed her forehead against the cool surface. “Dexter Morgan,” Elizabeth said aloud for the first time since she had seen it written on the ID badge around the man's face. “Dexter Morgan. Morgan. Morgan. Morgan. Where have I seen you before Dexter Morgan?” “Excuse me, Liz?” Elizabeth spun on her heel to face the door. Naomi the desk clerk was poking her head inside. “I'm sorry to bother you. I had tried your cell a few minutes ago. There's some officers here that say they want to see you about something,” she said indicating to over her shoulder. “You can show them in Naomi,” Elizabeth said with a wave of her hand a smile still apparent on her face. Shortly afterward she was faced with Detective Batista and Detective Morgan again. “Hello. I wasn't expecting to see you both again so soon,” she informed them. Their solemn looks told her that this visit was not good, her first instinct was to run but she stood her ground. While she often listened to those tiny instincts the instinct to flee was not one of them. Fleeing insinuated guilt. Elizabeth was not guilty. “Miss Thory,” Detective Batista started. “Liz,” Elizabeth quickly corrected. “Liz,” he said with a nod of his head. “Miss Adams' son was also found dead in the apartment.” Now that was something she was not expecting, her eyes opened wide with shock for a few moments before furrowing together in confusion. “That's terrible but what does it have to do with me?” “Well we'd like to take you down and ask you a few more questions if that's alright.” Elizabeth held a face that looked sorely confused. “I don't understand.” She was a suspect and she knew it. Talk about bringing her life under the microscope. “We just have a few questions that we need to ask you back at the station.” “Alright I guess. I don't see why you couldn't call instead of coming all the way down here,” Elizabeth said moving to grab her stuff lifting her aerobics towel off of her bag and pressing it to her sweating brow. “Well we did call you just didn't answer,” Detective Morgan interjected. “I told you I might not be able to hear you over the music,” Elizabeth countered with a smile as she pulled her bag over her shoulder. “After you,” she indicated with a single hand. What a perfect opportunity to attempt to see Dexter Morgan again. If she believed in fate she'd say it was that. The elevator dinged just before the door opened to a room that was lined with glass windows and hip high desks all in one large room. Elizabeth didn't know if she would be able to work in such a confined space like this. It was messy. She could already feel the draw on her energy just being there. Maybe that was half of the point to being brought here. The negativity made a person self conscious. Elizabeth hummed a soft lullaby tune as she walked with a smile on her face nodding as she passed a few people. They all looked so solemn, like the tedium of their job was too hard to bare. What happened when it did become too hard to bare? Is that when the noble police officers that “just do their job” become homicidal? Elizabeth wondered how many of them contemplated suicide and murder. Her eyes playfully crossed each of them her mind straying to seeing them holding a weapon of choice in their hand. She could imagine Detective Batista as a man with bloody knuckles after beating someone to death. Detective Morgan seemed more of a suicide case then a murderer, passed out with blood in her bath and pills all over the floor. A double dipper as it were. Elizabeth saw another female with blood on what she could only assume was their husband's mistresses sex whip. Another she saw with a concealing baseball cap and bat. Another had a noose around their neck as they filed away some paperwork. As Elizabeth daydreamed she was lead into what she could only assume was an interrogation room. She looked around calmly setting her bag onto the table and plopping herself into the chair to look up at the two detectives that had disappeared behind a closed door. Elizabeth frowned. That was rude of them. She quickly shrugged it off and began to look around the room swinging her feet beneath her. There was no point in being nervous. They had nothing on her even if she were to be their prime suspect for a crime she didn't commit. Wasn't it ironic? Elizabeth Thory a suspect for a crime she didn't even commit. She huffed in amusement as her eyes lingered on the camera. Was he out there? The man she knew but didn't. Dexter Morgan. After a few moments the door clicked and opened to let the Detectives into the small room. She smiled more broadly tilting her head cheerily like she had no idea what could have prompted them to bring her down here. Detective Morgan placed a file in front of her and sat down. “How well did you know the Adams' again?” she asked. “I told you that I didn't know them very well. We were neighbors, not friends,” Elizabeth responded with a shake of her head. What didn't they understand about that. “Well it appears that the boy knew you better then you thought,” Detective Morgan said as she opened the manilla folder to expose some angry looking drawings. “We found these in the boys room with your name on it,” she said flipping them around so that Elizabeth could see them. Elizabeth tilted her head furrowing her brow as she stared at the images. They were about death and how Elizabeth was a killer and about how she planned to kill him and his mother. Instead of looking alarmed she smiled more broadly and laughed. Elizabeth looked up at the officer's and shook her head in amusement. They looked at each other like she was going to confess to what they were thinking she had done. “You have to be kidding me. You brought me all the way down here to explain some pictures from an eight year old?” she said trying to contain her laughter. She rubbed her eye as she shoved the images back at her. “I did a favor for Piper a few years ago and the boy never forgave me. She didn't have the heart to take his dog to the pound so she asked me to. Unfortunately there was a miscommunication as to when I was to be over to pick him up and the boy ended up coming home when I was taking the dog out of the house. “He never forgave me for that. Check the Greenleaf Veterinary Clinic. It's under Piper's name but the dogs name was Chowder,” Elizabeth looked at them with a playful smile on their face. “If you look at the pictures there is a dog in the background of them all. Piper told me about it but never showed me the pictures,” she explained waiting for one of them to leave and check the information. “So why would he say that you were going to kill him and his mom,” Elizabeth sighed. “I don't have any idea. I'm an aerobics instructor not a psychologist,” she said with a shrug and chuckle. “You're not taking this seriously. You're neighbor is dead Miss Thory and you are our prime suspect. Where were you last night?” the scrawny brunette snapped trying to get Elizabeth to break. “Camping,” Elizabeth said plainly. “Do you have anyone that can collaborate that?” Detective Batista interjected. Not a live one. “Unfortunately not,” she answered simply. There was a tap at the door and Detective Batista went outside to see what it was about. “Just tell the truth. You killed Piper and her son and went home like any other day. What did she do to piss you off? You are bigger then her it probably wouldn't have been hard to overpower her, you're very fit,” Detective Morgan said. “Feel free to get a warrant and check to see if you can find the blood in my home,” Elizabeth informed her. “I didn't kill Piper or her son. I had no problem with them,” she explained as Detective Batista returned to the room. “You're free to leave but stay where we can contact you. No more camping,” he said with a shake of his head. Detective Morgan got up frustrated. “She's the one I can feel it,” she murmured to the other as Elizabeth collected her things. “We don't have proof Morgan,” he said gruffly back to her. “I'm sorry I'm not a great help to you both. If there is anything I can do please don't hesitate,” Elizabeth said clutching her bag closer to herself as she left. She was hoping it would throw a red flag to indicate there was something inside of it. Get them to take it back, give her time to find Dexter. “Liz,” Detective Batista called after her. “Do you mind if we look in the bag?” Elizabeth set it down on the desk she was standing next to throwing a hand out. “Not at all.” She took a few steps back, further into the open expanse of the office looking around to see if she saw him. She avoided the people that she imagined with their murder weapons or suicide of choice and looked for the familiar face amongst the crowd of unfamiliar people. Elizabeth smiled at the Detective as he looked to her while he rummaged through her bag. “I warn you there might be icky stuff in there. You may want gloves. I sweat a lot.” That seemed to get his grubby fingers out of her stuff for a second to seek gloves. He should have had those on the entire time shouldn't he have? It didn't matter much to her, they wouldn't find anything. Elizabeth's eyes went from the Detective back to looking for Dexter. This time it didn't take long. He came from around a corner. Look at that stride. He looked so confident. He was a knife man, like she was. He took a personal interest in killing his victims, or he would, if he were a murderer like her. She bowed her eyes in disappointment as she was one of the few like herself. The neat monster. Elizabeth looked back up to see his eyes on her. “Hey... you. I saw you at the crime scene earlier. What are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes skillfully glazing over what Detective Batista was doing. “Apparently I'm the prime suspect,” she informed him her eyes shooting to the detective which just looked up for a moment before returning to removing things from her bag. “Oh. Well oh,” he said looking awkward. “My name is Elizabeth by the way. Please call me Liz though. Thank you again for letting me get to work earlier,” she informed him placing her hand out for him to shake. He took it. His grip was firm, one that would make most women woozy in the knees for him. “Dexter Morgan.” “Lovely to meet you Dexter Morgan,” she said with a slight lift and fall to their hands. “Now I hate to repeat myself but I swear I've seen you somewhere before,” she informed him although their hands hadn't separated. “I wouldn't know where,” he told her again. Elizabeth's eyes furrowed and she recoiled her hand as if he had burned her. She knew why he looked so familiar, it was like looking in a mirror. “My mistake then,” she informed him with a smile. If she knew then could he tell too? “All done. Sorry about the inconvenience Miss, I mean Liz,” Detective Batista said bowing his head as he stripped his hands of his gloves. “Thank you Detective. You have my cell,” she said turning back to Dexter. “Will I see you again?” she asked him. “Well after this case maybe?” he said with a shrug. She reached into a side pocket of her bag for a pen and a piece of paper. She quickly scrawled her name and number onto the pad before handing it to him. “It was great to see you again,” she informed him with a smile before she picked up her bag. She gave him and the Detective a nod before she began toward the elevator. She could hear the detective tease him. “Woo Dex. I think she's hot for you,” was all she could hear before the elevator doors slammed shut in front of her. She didn't believe “hot” was the best term for what she felt. Interested? Curious? Seduced? Probably.
  8. Morrigan

    Bah Humbug

    You know, I'm not always the nicest person but I get really touchy when it's that time of the month or when someone steps on my toes too many times. One of the things that steps on my toes is when someone belligerently tries to force their opinion on me. Worse still? Is it was either their way or the highway. I know I wasn't nice about the way I approached them about this issue but they are a friend from college and I felt that our previous relationship was affecting the way he spoke to me on the forums so I laid it out harshly but directly and the end result was, "Sorry I won't come back" not the result I wanted I just wanted him to stop outright berate me about my staff decisions. if he had a problem with the way I administer, there are private channels and he should have used them before he started telling me how to run my forum in public. Moving on then. I didn't post yesterday. Sue me or something. I had a decent day. It wasn't too full of anything except for movies and stuff as per usual. Today wasn't much different. I was luckily not coerced into going to church. I lost some hard worked on code when my browser crashed. Weirdly I had saved quite a bit up until then but when my browser came back up all that was there was "content". It was disheartening. I'll work on it again in a few days. I'm going to try a computer break tomorrow. Play some Wii games or something with my brother, more Yoga, play 10 rounds of Candyland with my kids instead of two. I don't know. A lot. Talented Mr Ripley is awesome. I can't believe I never saw this movie before. It's like a Mr Brooks but different and this movie is older. I love both of these movies. I think Mr Brooks is still slightly better in my book. I'm going to end here because I'm in a bad mood so I hope you're having a good day. ^_^
  9. Okay, I admit. I forgot to enable the Akismet spam checker right from the get go but now it's on so stop bothering me you spam fuckers! I loathe spam with a fire hotter then hell! Spam is one of those evils that you wish would just die a burning death and then the world would be happier, but I doubt it. It would be one less thing for me to gripe about so I would need to find a new something to gripe about and that wouldn't be fun.... Okay, it would be fun but I would pretend not to like it. Things that I did today? I moved my stuff out of storage and into a garage! Real improvement huh? Well the rent is cheaper to store the same amount of stuff. After the storage stuff I cleaned. You know what sucks about the storage thing though? My brother Kyle promised to help with it and yet when it came down to it he wouldn't. Now I understand that he worked the graveyard last night but he knew that I was doing this today and he knew I needed his help and yet when I asked if he was ready all I got was "bitch, bitch, bitch". Now I knew I shouldn't be too demanding, he was supposed to be doing me a favor but that's not the point. He promised he'd help and then he decided it was too hard and then he just didn't help. It's really stupid because he does this a lot and then he expects me to do things for him and be nice to him. He doesn't quite understand that it doesn't work that way, whatever. I guess next time he needs help really badly It will just be too hard to do it because I stayed up too late the night before and my kids woke me up too early. I think I lost my train of thought for today. I cleaned I loved I moved stuff. There isn't much more to the day. The other day I saw an epic bike cop setup for catching red light runners on a "No turn on red" talk about hiding in plain site. He was sitting on the sidewalk of the freeway bridge. He owned someone as I passed by. Website wise I didn't get much done today. I am considering coding an IP.Content Wiki and I almost have all of the default Smilies replaced with my Ebi1 R0ot ones. Ebi1 is one cute spork. He still hates me for that. I hope some more people join soon but probably not. It's not all that great and all that jazz but I can be hopeful. I need more then one person to talk to. It gets boring only talking to a single person. I think that's it for tonight. I don't feel extremely talkative so I hope you're having a good day.
  10. Morrigan

    Demon Doodles

    So I've been writing, or more plotting a story out and designing a world while I was at it. I know, it's a lot of work but really I wanted to make something strange and more like me. So to get onto the title description, demon doodles!! Why are they demon doodles? Because I was on a roll until I started doodling and it killed my roll. It was like a deep ditch on a hill, it totally throws you out of whack! Worse still? I didn't even start my doodling on the paper I was writing my story ideas on.... No, I started doodling on my knuckles and then I transferred them to my paper and continued from there. It was like the doodles killed my writing buzz because since then I've been doodling and not writing or coming up with more ideas. Continuing on from that subject, back onto my writing, I am considering beginning a type up of my world/story creation questions for myself (and maybe part of it I can give to others when I like them enough) so people can figure out how to make their own worlds. I don't know, it's an idea. I am more of an ideas person then a follow through person but I intend on getting this written to it's fullest. I have a composition book, I intend to fill it with my ideas and then get to writing. I already have a character in development and might even doodle him if I can't get out of the doodle funk tonight.I'm not an artist but I have some ideas and I can flesh them out with time. What keeps you writing and what kills your buzz? Obviously one of mine is doodles *or more visual arts*.
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