Dire straits

I am so very broke it's not even faintly amusing anymore. I have been sans job for two and a half months now, despite my applying nearly everywhere I could think of, and I'm reduced to trying to figure out how long my food will last. There are a couple of good prospects this week, and one from last week I'm really hoping for, but I'll probably need to grovel to my parents to cover June's rent and car payment. If there is a benifecent diety out there, please let me get a job soon.

Apartment living

I love living in the middle of a hive of humanity. I've never been comfortable with silence, and the walls in my building are a bit thin, so there's constantly a low-grade murmur .
Across the street is a row of quaint little cottage houses done all up in pastels. One lady is currently changing her whit house's trim-work from a blush-y rouge color to a lovely sea-foam green, and is wearing the most darling color-coordinated outfit of white pants and sea-foam button down shirt, with a straw hat the same shade as her blonde-wood front porch.
I am fascinated by this phenomenon. Are real human beings actually this weird? Or is she, as I'm privately convinced, a strange alien creature masquerading as human. Only time, or an autopsy, will tell.
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*gasp* it lives!

Look at me,I remembered I actually have one of these. There's been some changes in my little corner of reality. I've moved into an apartment(1bd/1ba), I've become store manager and I got a new(to me) car. Am rather content with life at the moment. If poor from bills. >__
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fic search

::creeps shyly out of lurker-dom:: Ummm...Hi. ::tiny wave:: I'm trying to find a rather long spander fic, in which Xander had been captured in Africa and was kept underground as a fighting slave for 5 years. Spike sees him on a slave ship while looking for slayers and buys him. Xan's got really long hair with jewels tied in it. They stay in a big house with Willow and Oz and Gunn and some slayer that's with Gunn. Proactive thanks and virtual chocolate-chip cookies with milk to anyone who can help. This fic's been bugging me for a while and I can't find it!
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The Birds!

I was calmly sitting at my computer, reading BtVS fanfiction, when one of the dogs started going *nuts*. He was up on the wicker chair in front of the bay window in the livingroom, barking his fool head off. I figured it was somebody walking down the street( that's what it usually is), and I went to shut him up. I glanced out the window when I got over to it, but didn't see anything. The dog is still growling though, so I scan the yard for animals. Lo and behold, the front yard is nearly *covered* with robins! A huge flock of them, spreading from my yard to the neighbor's and across the street into the field. There had to be like a hundred birds, hopping around and pecking at the ground. I probably stood there for ten minutes, watching the little things flitter about. I'm gonna have to go get some big bags of the wild birdseed mix. With the robins coming through, the others will be back soon.
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the "I am..." list
Found this in anjanka7's journal when I was reading fanfic and it touched me enough to make me *need* to repost it in my own

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong
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