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[hummingwolf]

"The thing you need to know about the paranoid," the voice said, "is that they're not all that interesting. You look at them and you think they're scared, think they're convinced someone's after them, someone keeping an eye on them so they can find weaknesses to exploit. It's all marketing. Way down deep, these are people who want to believe somebody cares. They convince themselves someone's following their every move because that's the only way they know of to drive away that fear, that deep-seated fear that they're just as dull as dishwater. Just only as dull as that cliché."

I looked around to see who was speaking. Nobody was there. I think maybe somebody's been following me.

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[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

D'you think it's possible that somebody spiked my tea? I bet there's sombody who'd do that if they could, you know. Spike my tea and then watch as I post silly things to LiveJournal!

[seraphimsigrist.livejournal.com]

silly is good :)
blessin's
+Seraphim
*speaking of spiking the tea
reminds me I ought have a drink
before bedtime, guess Ive had
my saturated fat, most days
I get that covered pretty quick,
but the booze foodgroup has been
un represented.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

I remember a former housemate once bought a big box of mangos at an Indian grocery nearby. Though he gave away mangos to the other housemates, a bunch of them still got overripe. Once one of the women discovered that the fruits were fermented, suddenly that box became much more popular among other members of the household!

Sadly, fruit never seems to ferment for me, and regular alcohol just isn't something I can afford. I am chronically booze-deficient. Oh well, at least I have candy.