a door rather than a gate

[stormmarie.livejournal.com]

I understand wanting to go fast but sometimes a door is safer because when you need to block completely a door is solid a gate has holes but that doesn't mean you can't go to a gate someday.  Remember the tortise won the race not the rabbit  Storm

And now that I have been chewed out over a hypothetical statement...

[clsa.livejournal.com]

It's time for an introduction! Fairly boring, nothing special, I'm sure.

( We can't stop here, this is bat country! )

back in therapy

[chaostiny.livejournal.com]

For the first time in a year and half, I called my therapist, made an appointment and went in.  I guess the break enabled me to really figure out what was broken in my life after 10 years of fixing things.  I'm frustrated that stuff is still messed up but at least I can see that it is a much smaller pile than it was even a few years ago.  Also, one of the smaller members of our group was very excited to see Howard (the therapist) as he gives the greatest safe hugs and is always happy to see her and talk to her and *listen* to her...    So... this is a good thing and in all actuality, for the first time, I am ready to just get down to business without having to fart around for 20 minutes first... so I get much more out of each session!
Also, I am going in tomorrow, Saturday and Monday, to work as a trial run, in a vet clinic to see if they want to hire and train me as a vet tech.... I made it passed the first part...which is actually getting the trial...  I haven't held a job for more than three months and the last job I had was in 2000!  But, i am finally stable, capable of thinking and remembering and I know it is time for me to get off SSI and do my part.... I also know I am really going to need my therapist if I am going to pull this off!

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[person-salad.livejournal.com]

Hi. We're new to livejournal but the main one isn't. I found a really good book recommendation from another multiplicity group I'm in and we thought it would make a good first post to the community. You all might not agree that each book is a good recommendation but over all it's a pretty darned good list. More later!

( book recommendation for multiples )

Hey, it's Jakie again...

[jak-ay.livejournal.com]

Hi, it's Jakie! I FINALLY broke away from Amy and made my own journal.  i hated being associated with her all the time.  so i just decided to go on my own.  i even have my own user pics, none of that starving, anorexic stuff....i want to be thin and pretty too...but i'll just use the diet pills and cocaine to do it....(i don't use cocaine now, i have no way to get it, i'm only 18 for god sakes, but if i ever...i mean, it's an option) 

So, I went on here in the first place because AMy keeps telling me we're a system...and that we have to start acting like one.  Our therapist says we need to (what did he call it?) "intergrate?"  I told her there was no way in hell i was going to do that....that she was boring and that i was not going to become anything like her.  I'm not 100% sure i know what intergration-whatever really means, but i don't want to do it.  I'm my own person, i'm wild and free....hell, I'M NOT AMY!! And that's the best part of it all!!!

For instance,

I went to this party the other night and got drunk off my ass....granted Amy woke up next to a guy she didn't know (gotta  tell you, i didn't really know him either) in a hotel room, in a state away from where we live....i had fun drinking tho....who cares that i'm underage.  she was pissed...see how much fun she DOESN'T want me to have! She says i'll get sick and shit....so what, from what my DR. tells me, i won't be the one who gets sick--so why not?  Do any of your doctors tell you that? That the body name is the person who gets in all the trouble??  Amy says i'm going to give her aids or get her pregnant some day- i doubt it!  So why can't I be the one to have all the fun?

The rest of them all seem to be calm like her....they've all got their own issues i guess....i'm the fun one and the one who gets everyone else in trouble...which is proabably why everyone says they hate me.....there's one thing they can say about me tho---if they want to be wild and spontaneous...come to JAK_AY!!!

Good to break free from her and be on my own....good to see you guys again!

JAKIE

Adventure Now

[bowlcutavenger.livejournal.com]

Hello

I'd like to introduce myself as seperate from Fredd.  I am Felix.  And regardless what he thinks I am not an emo kid!  I'm troubled, yes, but I am not emo.  Fredd is a jerk anyway, to put it bluntly.
Anyway,  I've been in control for the last two days.  We had this wild dream.  Maybe you can interpret this for us.
It starts out in an evil underground secret base.  All of us are depicted in true form, sans Fredd is there, being an ass, along with Arthur (another one of us, kinda a hippy) and Winnie the Pooh (WTF?!?!?!).  Suddenly, our human (Ol' Jeffy Boy) lurches foward and realises that there is a huge hole in the wall where his bed lies.  With this he realises that there is a leaking pipe.  Then Fredd (still in underground base) relises that light seeps in from through the hole in the pipe into his underground lair.  
Suddenly, the dream changes completely and I am an (as of yet) unnamed hermaphroditic alien who is being chased down in a mall by the IRS, police, and the villians from Star Wars Episode 1 (WTF?!)  I was able to hide for some time, in a wardrobe and in a disguise, and finally, by leaping roof-to-roof in the food court.  Suddenly, I am informed by a robot (Xedri, another one of us) that aliens have inhabited Phoenix for the past thousand years, and 6 stories underneath the city.  So I climb down flights of stairs, the staircase gets smaller and smaller, until I have to crawl on my side to get through.  There I meet a sick Japanese girl, whom I help down the stairs.  There at the bottom is this vast android cemetary, with hundred of deactivated/retired androids.  With this, the Japanese girl dissolves into a robotic creature to join the rest of them.  So I leave, but am bombarded by these giant inflatable clowns (WTF?!) which are destroyed by people with razors.
The dream changes off again and suddenly I am in my home, this time, Fredd residing within ouur human form.  We realise that the Bat Commander (from the Aquabats) is in our kitchen.  He tells us that they have a secret base in a room in our home that we had never seen.  The room was filled with flashing lights and such, and beyond this, there were five more rooms which, in themsselves, made up a volme larger than our house.  WTF!
please. what... the.... hell?