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[21 Sep 2011|08:30am] I want to go play... No, scratch that. I need to go play. The question is, do I go alone? Or is someone coming with me? 18 comments|post comment

[02 Feb 2010|07:19am] My Gran is getting married! She just called. SO CUTE. I'm far too amused by this. 23 comments|post comment

[01 Aug 2009|08:34am] I am the meanest Mum ever. I set the kids up for professional pictures next month! AND I took pictures of both of them today. ( Ter ) And then, I grabbed up the new camera and started posing Rach (Trust me, Ter would have NEVER put up with that shit!) and the pictures are ADORABLE. ( Rach ) 57 comments|post comment

[10 Jul 2009|03:37am] [ mood | amused ] Gran: I still hate that place you're living, but I'm glad you're making friends. You need friends. It has to be better than your crazy granddaughter and her pukerific kid. Yes, I'm teasing. I know you loved having us living with you, and you wouldn't have changed it for the world. As you tell me constantly. But you have to admit it's nice to not have to worry about me all the time, right? Love you bunches and tons and lots. Lil ----- Lilith, I'm sorry you hate it, but I really do like it here. And I DO have expendable income, in case you're worried about silly things like that. Not that you SHOULD worry about it, but I understand that you do. You aren't teasing, but you know very well what I was going to say, so I won't say it. You said it for me, anyway. It IS nice to not have to worry about you, but not for the reasons you think. It is nice to see you finally at peace with aspects of your personality. You seem much more calm. And Ed is wonderful. I love you too. Kiss my great-grandbabies for me. I'll see you at lunch next Thursday, as planned, yes? That is, of course, as long as you can keep yourself from having a meltdown at the idea of my living situation. (I really am enjoying myself, and I even eat dinner with a very nice man every night. STOP worrying.) Gran ----- Gran: Oh god, you know me too well. Just, overall. Ed IS wonderful. Thursday, yes. And... DO tell me more about this new guy! Dinner EVERY night? Sounds romantic! Kids have been kissed. They send their love. Lil ----- Lilith, You are crazy. He and I are simply friends. I have things to do. Stop e-mailing me. Gran ----- Gran: Several therapists agree to the crazy aspect. Love you too. Keep in mind, Ed and I were friends first too. Great romances start from "friendship" all the time. Go have fun. Even old people can get STDs. Use condoms. Lil ----- I ASSURE YOU SHOULD I EVER HAVE SEX AGAIN, I WOULD USE PROTECTION, LILITH. HORRIBLE CHILD. OFF TO PLAY CARDS NOW. STOP EMAILING. 49 comments|post comment

[28 May 2009|03:52am] [ mood | giggly ] I swear to fucking God that Rachael just tried to bite my nipple off. *laughs* Damn, kid, those are mine. And Daddy's. But they're supposed to be ATTACHED. Vampire baby. Wants a little milk with her blood. *shakes her head* 35 comments|post comment

Kill Kill Kill, Die Die Die [09 Apr 2009|02:48am] 1. He had her pinned, face down on the carpet, and he was rutting like a beast. She'd actually shut off some part of herself, the part that held onto the control she was so careful to always keep. Anger was seeping upward quickly, from the spot their bodies joined to her spine and in a quick line to her chest, which flushed bright red. She decided then that it wouldn't happen again. She was 16. He was 43. His name was Gael, and he would never know his son. She decided it then. Perhaps she had always known. The next night, she slipped a small vial of clear liquid into his glass before she poured his wine. When dinner was over, she kissed him goodnight and went to bed. In the morning, she called her mother to inform her that her step-father was dead of an apparent heart attack. She didn't sleep until he was buried and she was sure the police were not about to knock on her door. 2. Walking alone one night in London, a beautiful boy came upon a girl he thought would be easy prey. After all, she was young and pregnant, quiet and alone on a darkened road. He taunted and teased, and then he fell silent. Then, he cried. She kissed him once. He was dead before she drew away. 3. Itchy from a lack of cocaine (she'd been clean for just over two years) and itching for a fight, she went out to the loudest club she could find. In the middle of the dance floor, she danced with a rowdy group of strangers, never stopping. One woman fell, and was crushed under the dancing feet of thirty or forty people. By the time the ambulance came, you couldn't even tell she'd been stabbed three times before she ever hit the floor. 4. "Go out, Lilith. I'll watch Terri." "I can't do that, Gran. He's mine." Her voice was flat and almost cold. "You need out of this house. You're going stir-crazy." Her Gran sounded concerned. "I'm going crazy, you mean." "Don't think I don't notice the look you get in your eyes, girlchild." Tella crossed her arms and nodded, once. "Get going. I'll expect you in the morning." She nodded, and didn't even look back before she was out the door and down the road. She reached into her bag for the vial of insulin, turning it in her fingertips. She had a plan. A very wicked little plan. She headed down to the shops to put it into action. ----- "Ow, I think this dress had a pin in it!" The woman's voice was loud and screechy and Lil had been battling just stabbing her in the THROAT with the needle, but this was much more fun. And it had been fast, too. Three seconds was all it took, and she'd pressed the plunger down. Hell, it took the stupid cunt that long to figure out she'd been poked at all anyway. "Are you alright, Mary? You're looking a touch pale." The woman's companion was sounding tired and nearly as done with the twat as Lil was feeling. "Is your blood sugar low again?" "I feel a little dizzy. Maybe I should just... sit down here for a moment." Lil watched the woman sway and sit heavily. "I'll be okay in a few minutes. Could you get me a drink of water?" Her face was flushed. Lil stood with the other observers, looking as concerned as possible, though she wanted to laugh. A lot. "She's fine, really," the second woman said, rushing off for a bottle of water and bringing it back. "No need to fuss, she does this often." The crowd broke up, and Lil went with them, wandering out of the shop. Apparently, by the time they realized there was a problem, it was much too late for Ms. Mary Evans, 27, who died right there on the floor of the shop. It was a pity, really. She was so young. 5. She likes men, she just doesn't like men who think they're god's gift to all of humanity. Especially when she's made it clear she's not interested. One man, in particular doesn't seem to get it, no matter how many times she's pointed out she's not dating ANYONE, she's simply trying to raise her son and live a quiet life. He's annoying, but not so annoying she needs to do anything about it for nigh on seven months. That's the night he invites her over and plies her with cheap beer and tries to give her a bump of coke. She's not impressed. Then he somehow manages to press her up against the counter in the kitchen (captures her, really) and kiss her. Then she puts a knife to his throat. When she leaves the house, he follows her, and though she's made it VERY clear she's NOT INTERESTED, he persists. She forgets she still has the knife in her hand until it's in his throat just below his adam's apple. She laughs when she realizes what she's done, and then she kicks him in the face for good measure. The she cuts him right between the legs. But that one's more because he reminds her of Gael. 6. Mania. She's humming annoying children's songs and is quite out of her mind when it happens. Really. Don't ask. post comment

[08 Mar 2009|03:11am] Lil was really not happy. It wasn't about anything at home, but rather the care home her Grandmother had decided to move into. They'd gone for a meeting and both left completely confused and irritated. Between figuring out how much her Grandmother might qualify for aid, and the twisted explanations that left her feeling weak, she was done long before the time to leave the office came. Plus, she'd brought both kids, thinking they'd be done with the meeting quickly and could go out for lunch or something. By the time they'd left, Rachael was cranky and Terri was turning green from late meds and the smell of the facility. "You're not living there," she said to her Grandmother firmly as they walked out, though Tella pished at her and simply reached out for Terri's hand. "No, I mean it," she said, catching up, "you have too much energy and life to live there. And they're TRYING to confuse everyone." "Lilith, stop being dramatic," Tella said, walking to the car and going to the diver's side without a moment's hesitation. "Keys," she said, "I'm taking us out to lunch." "You don't have the MONEY to take us out to lunch," Lil said, and even she could admit that she was sounding sullen. Not that she wanted to, she was just frustrated. "You have to save all of your money to LIVE HERE." She gestured emphatically at the building they'd just walked out of. "Lilith." It was the warning sound of her voice that always made Lil feel ashamed. It never failed. "Sorry, Grandma," she said softly, tossing her the keys. "I'm just-" "Pissed off," Terri said. "TERRANCE," Lil said sharply and Rachael started to cry. "Oh for the love of CHRIST," she said, trying not to scream. "Terrance, don't SAY that. Get in the car, please. Just say upset." Then she cooed softly, "baby... Mum's not angry, she's just tired and... please stop crying. Please?" It was a complete meltdown. The kids, however had quieted immediately. "If you could just drop us off at home, that would be fine," she managed, buckling Rachael into the baby seat and sliding into the passenger seat with a small sound that was altogether too close to a whimper for her own liking. "I think a nap is in order." "Lunch first," Tella said, pretending she didn't even notice the tears that were falling down her granddaughter's face. "Then maybe I'll convince Ed that he can live without his precious girl for a night and take my great-grandchildren to the hotel for an adventure." Lil really didn't want to admit that that sounded like heaven. But it did. post comment

[31 Dec 2008|03:03am] Ready for the promised fun, Ed. *does a tiny little dance* post comment

[26 Dec 2008|09:32am] We finally got the fucking things back from the printer! Everyone expect yours in the mail. 15 comments|post comment

[25 Dec 2008|04:27am] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Ed cooing at Rachael. So cute. ] You know, I'm not sure I've ever BEEN this exhausted. And I'm beginning to think that Rachael is a lesbian. Fucking tit-obsessed, I swear to god. I think I've had maybe two hours today when she WASN'T fastened on my boob. Lord. Christmas! We're going to TRY to get everywhere, but no promises. I know nearly everyone is going to be between Gran and Grandpa's and Grandma Dawna and Grandpa Henry's, so we'll spend that transitional two hours or so between the houses. (That came out weird. The last hour Grandpa is there and the first hour Grandpa Henry is there, I mean) Uh, let's see... I think that's about it. Rachael is almost 8 pounds already. Piglet. Part of that is likely her INABILITY TO STAY AWAY FROM MY FUCKING BREASTS. (I AM mostly kidding. I'm glad she's gaining, I promise.) Terri's severe reflux has now been under control for 2 weeks. No throwing up. Everyone cheer (no, really). If we keep this up, HE may actually gain weight. Yeah, okay, that's really it. Hooray for postpartum sex. (no, really. and no scolding from Grandpa Henry for not waiting 6 weeks. *sticks tongue out*) 20 comments|post comment

[31 Aug 2008|10:43pm] "Momma, I don't feel good," Terri said, and that was the only warning they got before he was throwing up for the ten billionth time. "Oh JESUS CHRIST, Terrance," Lilith said, a bit TOO sharply, "bathroom. NOW." Which just made him cry. Which just made him PUKE MORE. Which just made her own stomach roll dangerously. "Please... Momma's sorry, just... run to the bathroom," she said, putting her head down on the table, trying desperately not to get sick herself. "Ed? Please?" Much as she HATED asking him to help out with this, it was pretty fucking imperative that SOMEONE take care of it and she wasn't currently in a place to be able to do that. In fact, once the smell hit her, she wasn't really in a place to do anything but pinch her nose closed and breathe shallowly through her mouth. "Oh fuck," she said softly, "just... get him into the bathroom." Especially as the retching was making her gag reflex kick up hard. "I'm SORRY," Terri said between heaves. "I know, baby... Just please..." She knew she sounded desperate. She WAS desperate. 7 comments|post comment

Fic-ish [18 Mar 2008|04:28am] [ mood | cheerful ] "Alouette, gentille Alouette Alouette je te plumerai Alouette, gentille Alouette Alouette je te plumerai Je te plumerai la tte Je te plumerai la tte Et la tte, et la tte Alouette, Alouette O-o-o-o-oh Alouette, gentille Alouette Alouette je te plumerai" Terri looked up at his mother, his eyes bright. "Mummy? Why do the song say to pluck a lark?" Lil smiled, dropping a kiss on his forehead. "Mon petit l'un, I do believe it's about preparing a bird to be cooked." "They pluck a lark?" He looked wide-eyed. "Well, it wasn't like NOW. They couldn't just run down to the store to get a chicken, love. They had to do it themselves." She gathered him onto her lap and kissed his forehead again. "People eat larks even now. Not nearly so often as chicken though." "Bawk bawk bawk," he giggled, pretending to be a chicken and bobbling his head. He knew he was smart and hysterically funny and he grinned almost slyly and continued it until he made his mother laugh as well, their giggles matching exactly. "You are amazing, my baby," Lil said, play nibbling on his neck. He giggled, trying to hide his neck from her, then suddenly stopped, his face turning serious. "Mummy? Where you been?" He met her eyes, frowning a little. "I woke up and Granna was here. Where you were?" She frowned back. "I'm sorry I wasn't here Terri. I was spending time with a new friend. His name is Ed." "I meet him?" he asked, tilting his head a little. "You like him?" "I do like him, very much." She smiled, kissing his forehead again. "And I'm not sure if you'll meet him or not. He's not great with kids." "He not like me?" Terri asked, his brows drawing together. "He'd be silly not to like you, baby," she said, cuddling him closer. "He silly?" His brown eyes looked at her even more seriously. "No, he's not silly." He smiled happily, "then he like me fine." Then he laid his head on her chest; "Sing more, Mummy." She smiled back, hoping he was right, and started the song again: "Alouette, gentille Alouette Alouette je te plumerai Alouette, gentille Alouette Alouette je te plumerai Je te plumerai la tte Je te plumerai la tte Et la tte, et la tte Alouette, Alouette O-o-o-o-oh Alouette, gentille Alouette Alouette je te plumerai" post comment

No, we don't match at ALL. [17 Mar 2008|05:30pm] [ mood | amused ] Lilith Pills: Will increase sexual intensity 'What Sexual Effect do you have on people?' at QuizUniverse.com ( more! ) 19 comments|post comment

[16 Mar 2008|08:15pm] [ mood | awake ] [ music | Pretty When You Cry-VAST ] You Are a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich You life your life in a free form, artistic style. You are incredibly creative and at times, quite messy. Deep down, you are a kid at heart. And you aren't afraid to express it. Your best friend: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Club Sandwich What Kind of Sandwich Are You? Gee, imagine that. I match Ed. post comment

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