belated new years resolution

Note to Self

TYPE in your handwritten stuff promptly. Otherwise you lose it and waste gobs of time looking for it, whining that you didn't typed it faster and lost it, whining that the revised version from memory is nowhere as good as the original.

Yes you like working on paper. It requires no batteries and the radiation from it isn't toxic to living tissue like some of the alternatives. It's good to get that first edit in as you type it in but still, be more prompt. It'll end your angst.

Dolls

And why I loathe them so much. Okay I don't know why. I'm pretty sure I was born hating the things. I don't know why anyone would want one. About the only dolls I have ever wanted were the Living Dead dolls.

So a few weeks back mom and my brother were up in the storage area of Gram's looking for something of his and found this box of dolls...all naked, decapitated and limbless. The mystery here is WHY mom ever kept the things. Quite obviously I hated them. WHY were there so damn many of them? How many did i have to dismember to get my point across? Why did no one think I needed therapy...


However there was a treasure trove of 60's and 70's Barbie clothes. Some are in good shape. Others are wrecked. I might try selling that crap on Ebay. Tons of go go boots and clogs (yay the 70's). I was apparently always a fan of anything that glittered.


















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Fic- Regrets on the Eve of Battle

Regrets on the Eve of Battle
Author – cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – I own nothing. All rights belong to Ms Arakawa.
Rating – PG-13
Pairing – none, remembrances of Hohenheim/Trisha
Summary – Going to face Father, Hohenheim reflects on his mistakes
Timeline- manga based spoilers right up to chapter 90.
Author’s Note – This was a wild bunny out of nowhere. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta and the title.

( My son is buried under the earth )