so on this blog there lives a girl named repo.
this repo chick is twenty-four.
she supports rainn,
the joyful heart foundation and
endthebacklog because she is a
fearless survivor, not a fearful victim.
she believes in witches and warlocks,
demons and ghosts, imps and fae.
repo has the gift.
she's a future crime scene technologist.
she doesn't care who you are,
what religion or sexual orientation
or ethnicity you are.
she has one rule: if you're nice to her
then she's nice to you.
repo has major depressive disorder nos (mdd nos), attention deficit disorder (add), and post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd). it's possible that her special brand of crazy will leak out all over this blog.
she also says don't judge her for anything except the latest story on ff. it's been awhile since those others.
welcome to womens clothing where the sizes are made up and the measurements don’t matter
time to sleep for the first time in over a day. hopefully I can fall asleep without the whispers of the dead and disembodied keeping me awake.
I hear them singing sometimes. they sing me to sleep. it’s nice.
but when someone whispers “don’t fall asleep” in your ear…not so much.
She’s lying upside down on her futon when David finally arrives in his green-and-white Hawaiian shirt, dirty cargo shorts, tube socks with sandals ensemble. They are an unlikely couple — one motivated by her desire to find the Ultimate Zen in Tropical Bliss, the other motivated by his unyielding desire to embarrass himself and be a literal Dad.
"Haha… Get up Stand Up it’s time to go, am i write Gillo…." David holds up the "Hang Loose" hand gesture at her to show that he is definitely Hip to Her Groove.
Gillian hits the blunt and nods sagely, dreads unmoved by the chill way she nods at him.
"Right on, my brother…. But before you talk about it, you gotta pray about it." Her gaze does not leave the giant Bob Marley poster on her wall.
David is a little put off by her dreads, but the way they stick out and try their hardest to not look really bad is almost kind of endearing and he finds beauty in it… because love at first sight. She puts out the blunt and walks to the door.
"Hello I’m ready," he says in earnest, holding his arm out to her. "I’m Dad(dy Duchovny)."