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[apocalypsos]

You know, I seriously think that if I didn't know me and just had me on my friends list, I'd picture my real-life self as the kind of petite, dainty little creature who's perfectly graceful and elegant, until the moment when she trips on something and yelps and flails her way into an impressive faceslam into the pavement.

Of course, doing that at least once every six months probably put that image in my head. But still.

Ooo, and I'm going swimming today! I wonder how many lifeguards I can impress with my grace and elegance. You know, before I trip and yelp and flail my way into an impressive faceslam into the deep end.

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[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Trust me, once you meet me face to face, any illusion you have of me that doesn't involve faceslams into the pavement or seriously hurting myself doing something ridiculously stupid like getting up out of a chair will be well and truly smashed to itty bitty bits. :)

[1st-folio.livejournal.com]

Clumsy, are we? LOL.

Can't wait. About to get the tickets...we found a great deal that should get us there by high noon. Yeah!

Off to take the daughter to Subway and then it is back to write--gonna force myself to work on thatwhichshouldbedonealready.

C, who won't admit now to how much of her slashy fic she's written--possessed, I tell you, I'm just possessed

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Clumsy doesn't even begin to describe it. Clumsy people hurt themselves while they're moving. I'll just be sitting there, doing absolutely nothing and being all innocent, and I'll suddenly realize I've twisted my ankle or thrown my back out or spontaneously ejected my spine or something.