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Jennifer E. Thomas
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It's almost like there are these periods where our relationship is smooth and steady, and then there are times when it's like standing on the edge of this gorgeous, wonderful waterfall and just letting yourself drop, knowing that there's a safe pool of water ready to catch you at bottom. You take the plunge and you're in wayyyy over your head, but oh man, it's exhilarating, it's breathtaking, it's just incredible and you feel better than you ever have before and the water is cool and refreshing and exactly what you needed.

Sam is my waterfall.

- LJ entry from 8/2005


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FUN meme!

Ganked from griffen

So there's a bottle on the beach, washed up by the tide. You open it and out pops a Genie, who grants you a single wish!

BUT! Although you may make a wish, the genie will grant it - with a twist. For the Genie is a bit demented with a sick sense of humor. The Genie's wishes are really the flying fickle finger of fate!

In other words, it becomes the wish from HELL!

The object of this game is to screw up the previous person's wish, and then make a wish for the next person to mess with.

Oh, and remember: The Genie can NEVER do anything right. If he did, it will unravel the fabric of space/time and DESTROY ALL LIFE! (Besides, that is against Genie union rules. He is bound by IBOMWGB - Intergalactic Brotherhood Of Mythical Wish Granting Beings.)

I'll start: I wish for a day where my kids don't bicker!

(Remember, the first commenter to screw up my wish has to post a wish of their own, which gets screwed up by the next commenter. You can also respond directly to the post and start a new wish thread.)

Originally posted on http://j3nny3lf.dreamwidth.org - but you can comment either here or there. I prefer HERE!


I'll start: I wish for a day where my kids don't bicker!

Your kids all get laryngitis and are sick in bed.

I wish for all my allergies to be cured!

There's a nuclear holocaust and everything on Earth but you is destroyed. No more pollen, animal dander, nothing.

Your kids all wake up and their mouths have grown shut overnight, so you have to feed them with a tube down their noses.

I wish to be a perfect size 4.

No stinkin' subject! - (Anonymous)


You get a pony. Unfortunately, it appears in the middle of your 4th story walk up apartment.

Your kids forget their differences and gang up against you.