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Happy Valentine's Day, Everyone! Mandi Pope/MandiLoriAnn loves you!
Odd to remember, it was five years ago that I was writing a dA journal, lamenting that I was in love with someone "I was never going to get to touch, let alone be with, and he probably read this and had no idea he's the one I'm talking about."
Puppetcancer, you're reading this, right? I meant you.
I love you all... every one of you who blesses me and enriches my existence because you give me the gift of your presence in it.
Extra love right now for my girl MasterOf4Elements, Bethie Boo Boo/Boo Solo. She's had a rough go of 2018 thus far, but to watch how gracefully she handles it all, with the dignity of a Queen, it's just amazing to behold the strength of her spirit. You cannot crush this woman, I swear to God. Seeing her hold herself together while continuing to give us amazing fics and posters while she continues to teach little ones in her church blows me away. Much love for Boo and her Boo Crew.
Huge love to my main bestest girlies, Jericca/Crowmamma and Bella/sailorhanyou, who keep me grounded, reasonable and practical, who inspire me daily with their beauty and wisdom, whom I love beyond any and all measure. Smoochies, Girls!
Lots of love to my adopted mom, LuanaRayART, who is so precious to me I can't even start to explain it to you, and trying to would just be vulgar for how little justice I could do for my mother. I love you, Mama Lu!
And always, my John/Puppetcancer. What can I even say? Five years ago, I never thought I'd even get to see the day I'd see you... and now, today, I can't see a day without you.
Happy Valentine's Day to all the loves in my life. I adore you.
God bless,
Mandi Pope
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My Friend Dahmer..?
Received a graphic novel for Christmas from Mom, titled, "My Friend Dahmer," illustrated and written by John "Derf" Backderf. You've probably heard me talk about this one before; I've read it four times. It's based around serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer's youth; high school, specifically, told by Derf, a fellow classmate at Revere High School in Ohio. As you've all probably figured out by this point, I'm one of those people who rewatches and rereads things almost neurotically, as I feel I don't always catch everything in one - or even two or three, and in this case, four - read(s). I caught something on my fourth reading that didn't stick out to me as glaringly as it did this time, but this time, it really, really bothered me and changed my whole view on the graphic novel, leaving a sour taste in my mouth when, after Round Four, I put it down. Spoiler alert? Sorry, I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure people know. The WORLD knows what this guy did. Dudes, this is Jeffrey Dahmer we're
Five Cent Discount Kitty
I went to the local Humane Society to look at cats. I've been considering getting one since April, when my parents offered to pay the adoption fee, all I had to do was select said feline. I took Mom with me, to keep me in check. First kitty we saw was an obnoxious, sweet boy named Roberto, who was completely convinced that I was playground equipment and treated me as such. Meatloaf came next, who wasn't really into me, but he was a sweet boy all the same. Sweetie was third in line, but she had a cold of some sort, and wasn't terribly interested in me, either. She was sweet and tolerated me, but sparks didn't fly for us. The fourth kitty I saw, a tiny but rather rotund little gray tabby, climbed into my lap with no invitation, purred her ass off and glared at me, as if to let me know, "you're not leaving this building without me." I resisted. I resisted so hard it hurt my heart... but I finally got up and walked out of the room. Mom gave me a look. I can't take her with me
Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile
Watched "Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile," the film on Netflix about Ted Bundy, and wow, was that well done... Jim Parsons blew me away, he was extremely convincing as a prosecutor who has had just about enough of Ted Bundy's sh*t. What scared me the most about the movie, (which wasn't overly violent, given we're watching a movie out, y'know, Ted Bundy), is I can see how Ted was so ... Ted. I don't even know what to call him; there aren't words in either language I speak that would accurately convey how manipulative and evil that man was. He said things that seemed entirely... not "normal," not by a long shot... maybe I mean, "I can understand how some people were sucked in by what they perceived to be 'his charm,'" but when you watch the event as a 360 kind of thing that personalizes the situation, it's so evident that's just deception masquerading as charm. It makes me wonder how hard Ted Bundy had to work to keep all of that going and be as successful as he was...
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Glad you had a good day. Also, that was a nice shoutout to M4E!