no more water feature of my trike, why?


my trike been stolen today!

Ice breath can work on lava if I say so! My world, my rules! D:<

This is only a SLIGHT exaggeration… I’m pretty sure there are stores where the yogurt aisle is almost as ridiculous as I’m making them to be here!

 Anyone want to go see Richard Herrings new show in Sheffield in March? if not I'll go on my own, but it would be nice to have company. It's on Thursday march 11th, we could definitely make a weekend of it

So I guess I got my Christmas present yesterday. It didn't come wrapped in ribbons or bows, festooned in wrapping paper, and it didn't cost anything. It didn't sit under a Christmas tree, and with any luck, it won't be sitting around gathering dust by next Christmas.

I got my own life as my Christmas present. The ability to be here to see a snowstorm, another dawn, and to be with people who love me and care about me.

For the first time in my life yesterday, I really, truly thought I was going to die.

I was driving to work on I-83, heading into Harrisburg on my normal daily commute. My exit comes in the form of a split. One way goes towards Carlisle, the other heads across the river into Harrisburg proper, near the Capital.

I was attempting to switch lanes, and I'd taken my eyes off the car in front of me to check for oncoming traffic so I could get over into the lane I needed. Suddenly the car in front of me slammed on it's brakes and fishtailed. I had to slam on my brakes- I fishtailed as well, then as I tried to compensate for the fishtail, I lost control of my car.

The car careened over to the right side of the road, into oncoming traffic, and no amount of turning the steering wheel or braking worked- the car was spinning. I wound up doing a 180, facing into the right lane into oncoming traffic, with about 400 cars going upwards of 70 MPH heading straight for me. I missed hitting about 4 other cars by mere inches, and the rest of traffic somehow managed to divert around me in time.

Nobody was hurt, the car was OK, nothing else was damaged. So with that being the case, I then proceeded to do what any stalwart, independent young woman does in times such as this- I sat on the shoulder of the road and had hysterics. I shook, cried harder than I have ever cried in my life, and hyperventilated, sweating like I'd just run a marathon.

I needed to talk to somebody - ANYBODY - at that point. I couldn't reach Kyr, so I called my stepmom, who could barely understand what I was saying because I was crying so hard. The conversation went a little something like this:

Mom: "Calm down, I can't understand you! What's wrong? Are you OK?"
Me: "ISPUNOUT*GASPSOB*TRAFFICHIGHWAY*SOB**GASP*OKJUSTREALLYSCARED*BAWL*THOUGHTIWASGONNADIE*GASP*

She had to talk me down for the better part of 40 minutes before I could breathe semi-normally. I think it wound up taking me the better part of the morning to come down from the adrenaline high.

It feels kind of melodramatic to talk about it like that, like OMGGUYSINEARLYDIIIIIED I'M SO SUPERSPECIAL OMG. But to tell you the truth, I think I know what post-traumatic stress feels like now. I was off-and-on sobbing all day, and when I finally got home last night I hugged Kyr and Birdie(she's up visiting) and I cried my eyes out again. Kyr and I both cried at the thought of nearly having lost one another.

I get in my car, and my hands start shaking.
I think about how close I came to, yes, actually being KILLED. Never seeing my family ever again. Never seeing Kyr ever again. I think about how close I came to not being here to see another sunrise, and I start crying all over again.

We take so much for granted in our day-to-day lives, and we let ourselves get so entrenched in the everyday frustrations and problems we have. The fighting. The problems. The little jealousies and grudges that take over our lives. Things like this...don't matter. Our lives can end in an instant, and there will be nothing left of us but ashes and memories.

The only thing that stays is the lives we touch, and the memories we make.

I am grateful that I have been allowed to stare down what I thought was the end, and still be here, unharmed. I am grateful to whatever spirit, god, angel, or otherworldly body was watching over me yesterday.

Remember when you're feeling disenchanted with Christmas, family drama, shopping and baking- please enjoy these days and the experiences for all they're worth. Because you never know when your "tomorrows" will run out.

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last Friday I pushed laura_huggles in the mud (-17 points). In February I bought porn for koebijmoonlight (-10 points). In May I caught a purse-snatcher who stole phenixhalfbreed's purse (30 points). Last Monday I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home (-1012 points). In September I stole zero_whitefang's purse (-30 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-1039 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking! Sincerely, bighooves

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(More later when I'm not feeling so beat)

Admit it, you “lava” my puns!

It looks like they made a fried while “trekking” around!

... so bored!
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... still bored. To tears now.

*loses 1.5 hours of life points*