reggie11: (Jared xmas)
It's late Christmas Eve in Australia and I thought I'd say a quick hello and wish you all a very merry fudging Christmas just in case tomorrow I get caught up with cooking and then eat myself into a food coma. I haven't been around much this year but I think about you guys all the time, and miss you all so very much, and hope I can be online a lot more often in the new year. I hope you all have lots of lovely plans for a special holiday with your family and/or friends because we know family don't end with blood. It's just Mum and I again this year, but hey, I'm saving a fortune on pressies!

One of my favourite things about Christmas is giving gifts, and as I'm away from most of my buddies we aren't exchanging any gifts this year. But I found this wonderful charity called Share The Dignity who are having a campaign for homeless women called 'It's in the Bag'. The campaign asks that you donate one of your handbags that's in good condition and fill it with items that might be appreciated by someone living rough. Mum and I used the biggest bags we had and then had a great time shopping so we could stuff them with shampoo and conditioner, deodorant, soaps, tampons, toothpaste, toothbrushes, wet wipes, skin lotion, hand cream, and a few makeup items. It felt great, but what felt even better was when we dropped them off at only one of many dropoff points, the place was absolutely brimming with overflowing bags! It was fantastic to see so many people getting involved. This year I donated to the girls; a few years ago I donated a sleeping bag to a young guy who was living rough near the train station. Next year I'll focus again on children. We also went and bought toys for a little boy we know who is in foster care and who has had the suckiest life for all of his eight years on earth. Unfortunately, his carers aren't that great either and treat him very differently from their own children. Nobody in authority will do anything about it because he is with extended family, and as far as they're concerned he is being fed and clothed and that's all that's needed. Poor kid utterly breaks my heart, I'd take him in a heartbeat if I was legally able to. At least we've made sure that he'll be getting something fun to play with this year. I was feeling pretty bah humbug a few weeks ago, but now I'm really feeling the Christmas spirit!

I really wanted to send out Christmas cards this year and even had some printed, but they arrived so late it was pointless trying to send any overseas. At least they're ready for next year, lol!

I wrote a little SPN Christmas carol to print in the cards but as the cards are here instead of being delivered into everybody's mailboxes, I'll post it here. I know similar ones have been done before, but what the hell. Sung to Deck the Halls:



Wishing the merriest of Christmas to all. Sending out big J2 hugs!!


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What has happened in Paris makes me heartsick. To everyone there, and to all those who have loved ones in France, my heart goes out to you. Below I have posted numbers for embassies of various countries if you have concerns for someone's safety. If you're looking on Facebook for the status of friends who might be in Paris, head to the Safety Check page on your Facebook account. The page will list your friends who last checked in around Paris and give you a running tally of who is marked safe.

To my French flisties, words cannot express the grief I feel for what you are suffering. Much love.




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This was originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] vennstiel over on tumblr. I'm sure many of you have Lia on your flist, or you know of her through her amazing fic and meta contributions. Lia is in the fight of her life, for her life, and needs as much help and support as we can give her. Please donate if you can afford to so, and signal boost the hell out of this. Our donations could make a massive difference, and our support can help her to Always Keep Fighting.

Link for Donations. www.gofundme.com/killertatas


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Fandom, one of our most devoted members needs our help. Please bear with me as I tell you a little story…

Many of us in the SPN fandom are friends and followers of Lia, aka bangingpatchouli. Chances are you’ve seen her extensive meta cross your dash over the last several years or enjoyed one of her dozens of deep, dark, twisty fics over on her [livejournal.com profile] sylsdarkplace account on Live Journal or AO3. Or maybe you were a reader of her lighter stuff and Wincest fics on her old Cheebles LJ (now on sylsdarkplace). What you may not know, however, is that she’s started a side blog about her recent breast cancer diagnosis: killertatas.

On April 9th, after a month of testing that included a mammogram, an ultrasound, and a needle biopsy, the doctors told Lia she has invasive carcinoma that is negative for hormone receptors but positive for HER2, which is an aggressive form of cancer. Unfortunately, the cancer has already spread to three lymph nodes, too. In short, it’s serious.

Our friend just completed her first two chemo sessions in May and faces four more chemo sessions every three weeks through August. This fall, she’ll have a radical double mastectomy and eventual reconstruction. And even after all that, she will still have an additional nine months of Herceptin treatment to continue to target the aggressive HER2 cancer and keep it from returning and spreading, as it likes to do. All in all, it’s going to be a long year for her.

Round one of chemo wasn’t so bad – her mouth and muscles hurt and her hair fell out. Her second round last Thursday was another story – she’s in bed exhausted and hurting now, and each treatment is going to be worse than the last. This is not going to be easy, and the fact that she has to keep working and be her family’s only source of income and health insurance during her battle against cancer only makes it harder. And the fact that she has to travel three hours round-trip for all of her doctor’s appointments and treatments and surgeries only makes her fight more expensive. The bills are already starting to pile up, and she’s facing a severe financial crisis to match her health crisis. Health care here in the U.S. is a fiscal disaster, and she needs your help desperately.

Speaking from a strictly personal perspective, when Lia told me about her diagnosis, I was devastated to learn that my dear friend and such a prolific contributor to our fandom was suddenly in a fight for her life at such a young age. I’ll be honest, Lia IS the fandom for me, and I know I’m not alone when I feel and say that, because all of you out there feel the same way about your fandom friends. I know every single one of you has at least one Lia. If they weren’t here or if they went away, none of it would be the same for you. We make this experience for each other, and these are some of our best and closest friendships for many of us. Well, that’s how Lia is for me. I felt immediately helpless and angry to know I was going to have to watch her battle from afar, since we have 1250 miles between us – and I know all of you can relate to the pain and frustration of the distance that usually comes with online friendships. The internet is a double-edged sword that way; it introduces us to soulmates we often will never get to touch – or only get to touch for short visits and very rarely. Still, it provides us with a way to find each other and the comfort we get from the knowledge that there are other people like us out there. And, thanks to fundraising sites like GoFundMe, it also provides us with a way to help and support each other even from a world away.

I quickly got sick of feeling helpless about my friend’s cancer and realized that I don’t have to and neither does Lia, because she has the SPNFamily behind her, and we all know that this family comes running when one of us needs help. I’ve seen y’all do some truly amazing things on each other’s behalves, and I’m praying y’all can do it again now. I know that this fandom can move mountains, and so I’m asking – begging – for your help to move a mountain for one of our own right now. I don’t have a huge fiscal goal for this fundraiser – even if it just helps with gas and meals when they travel to treatments or provides something to offset the cost of wigs or prescriptions. Money to help Lia and her husband get a hotel room if she’s too sick to travel home from chemo or if her husband needs a place to stay while he’s down there with her for her surgery would be great. My personal goal is enough financial assistance for her to get a massage after her chemo treatments to help with pain and lower her stress hormones, since cancer feeds on stress. She’s having a lot of muscle pain, and the drugs they’ve given her for it make her sick and tired on top of being sick and tired. I don’t think she’s ever had a massage, and they really help with anxiety and healing. It’s important that she be able to relax and rest as much as possible – which is difficult when you’re the breadwinner. We might be able to help her do that and beat this thing. And Chuck knows, if we’re able to go above and beyond to help pay her mounting medical bills, even better! I would not be surprised if y’all really come through and make that happen.

Lia’s a fighter, but she’s already really feeling the financial pinch after just two chemo treatments, and she has a long row to hoe ahead of her. I have to be honest – I don’t know how they’re going to make it if we don’t help, and so I’m asking you to rally behind her. I also think she needs to feel like people care and are in this fight with her. She’s given so much to this community, and she really needs it to give back to help her always keep fighting. She has love and support in her real life, but we need to do it here, too – and with our large numbers, we have the capacity to make the biggest difference for her. Small donations really add up fast. Even donations of $5 and a quick reblog letting your followers know that you gave and urging them to do the same will mean SO much. Enough folks contributing and sharing in any way that is comfortable for them will really add up to pay for meals, gas, meds, bills, and lots of little things that are just nickel-and-diming Lia to death. Literally. After five years with us, she is a cornerstone of this fandom and one of my best friends. I – we – just can’t lose her. Please, PLEASE help me help her. Click the link at the top of this post or go to gofundme.com/killertatas.

Every little bit helps. You have the power to change and even save a life. Please donate what you can. Reblog the link and post it on your Twitter or LJ or any other social media you use. And please follow Lia’s fight at killertatas. Spread the word far and wide and help our sister kick the shit out of cancer, SPNFamily!
reggie11: (Default)
Well, I finally got to attend my first Supernatural convention and I have mixed feelings about it. Parts of it were fabulous! The panels, seeing the actors in the flesh, and meeting other fans and LJ friends was a big highlight,  and definitely the good. But, and there is a big Kardashian size but, there were so many bad things about the way the con was organised that it really put a damper on the day for me. I'll start with the good so you don't have to read through my complaints if you don't want to because, I'm going to have a bitch and moan of epic proportions - yes I will have some cheese with my whine thanks. I couldn't post before now because I have been paying for my big day out in spades. I barely left my bed yesterday. Ouch.

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reggie11: (Happy)
A huge happy birthday to someone I'm very proud to call my friend, the gorgeous [livejournal.com profile] meus_venator. I love you BB! I'm sorry your gift(s) will be late this year, but consider this an IOU. In the works is a sequel to last year's gift fic It's Always the Quiet Ones, aaaaand also a little surprise that may or may not involve your favourite black eyed Winchester ;)

Have a fabulous day, beautiful!

reggie11: (Kindred 2)
As most of you know, I've been in another city looking after my mother after a car accident. I've just returned home after seven weeks to attend a doctor's appointment and to pick up more clothing only to find my front door has been kicked in, the frame smashed to pieces, and plaster all over the floor...and a police attendance card sitting on my kitchen table! Nothing is missing that I can see and I'm waiting for the cops to call me back to tell me what the hell happened. Whatever it was, it happened on the 16th.

I don't appear to have been robbed. My 50 inch flat screen TV, my DVR, iPod, tablet, and valuables are all where they should be so I'm baffled. I can't even imagine. Faaaark, on top of everything else I'm now going to have to see if the building insurance will cover the damage (which I hope it does because I don't have any money to pay for it), and I don't have the time to get everything repaired as I have to be back in Canberra tomorrow night. Mum's house move is looming and I have to pack up her entire house! I can't for the life of me understand why my landlord wasn't informed so they could contact me.

I swear I'm cursed. I thought the Winchesters had bad luck but I think I'd give them a run for their money. I think I'm going to cry now.

UPDATE: Apparently there was a very nasty and disturbing smell in the building, and my neighbours, who know I'm ill and who hadn't seen me or my cat in weeks, thought I'd snuffed it inside my apartment and called the cops. The cops broke the door down expecting to find me decomposing in my bed!! They didn't find the source of the smell that was permeating the halls and think maybe a rat died in the crawlspace under the building. My life is one step away from being the plotline of a D grade comedy movie.
reggie11: (Baby Jared)
Hi all

I'm so sorry haven't had an opportunity to get online in the past few days. Mum has been released from the hospital. They allowed her to come home as I could be with her 24/7 and they thought she would be more comfortable. She has some of the most horrendous bruising I've ever seen, so bad that it made me cry. Both of her breasts are completely black, blue and and deep red from the extensive bleeding. One breast has swollen to almost twice the size of the other. She's a very busty woman so the damage looks horrific. The bruising continues around her rib cage on one side and all the way down her sternum and under both breasts. Her sternum is cracked right down the middle but the bone is not displaced which is a blessing. Thank goodness for really good nurses. The nurse who came on duty on the evening shift took one look at the severe swelling and called in half the doctors in the hospital. Nobody had taken into account that she is on blood thinners. Because of that nurse, mum got some reasonable pain relief. They are worried about the high possibility of pneumonia as mum is in so much pain she is shallow breathing and her oxygen sats were very low. When I took her back to the hospital today for a follow up they actually quadrupled the dosage as the specialist felt it was insufficient and mum was suffering much more than necessary.

They've told us it'll take around eight weeks to heal so I'm going to have to relocate here for a while to not only take care of her but to take over all of the crap associated with the government forcing mum out and bulldozing her home due to the current asbestos crisis. What a mess. As if the stress of losing her home of 38 years and being paid less than it is worth wasn't enough, this had to happen.

Her car is a write off and I don't have one because I live in the inner city in Sydney where having a car is more of a nuisance. The city mum resides in is impossible to live in without a car. The bus service is sporadic at best and even though it's our capital city, it's more like a massive country town so without a car you just can't get around. I was close to breaking point yesterday. Just to fly here and the cabs I had to catch for the first couple of days has cost me around $500 which means I have to ask my landlord for an extension on my rent. I had to walk 3/4 of a mile in 39 degree heat (102 degrees fahrenheit) just to pick up her prescriptions and with my health I knew I couldn't keep doing that - it damned near killed me - and neither of us could afford the cab fares to ferry mum back and forth. It was going to cost another $500 to rent a car for two weeks and neither of us had the money. I was close to just sitting in the middle of the floor and bawling. Then the wonderful people who live next door came to the rescue yesterday afternoon. They'd just returned from their Christmas holidays and were devastated that mum was hurt. They talked to their eighteen year old son who is away on vacation and he offered us his car for two weeks until he returns. He's such a sweet boy. Mum and I are both on disability and although we both have our homes, neither of us have any cash to spare so borrowing his car has saved our bacon. So now I just need to find a cheap car to replace mum's little old bomb. Her car was insured (thank God), though only for a small amount because it was really old. At least it will give us some money toward getting another car for her, and if we're lucky we might find something relatively decent without having to come up with too much more than the insurance. She just needs to be able to get from A to B so all she needs is for it to be reliable. I've found a couple of possibilities online that I'm going to go take a look at in a few days when I feel it's okay to leave mum alone for a couple of hours.

Tomorrow morning is the interview with the police and of course the other driver has lied through her teeth. Because mum is elderly, they think she's a doddery old lady and immediately assumed the fault was hers and that is their official determination (I'm intending on lodging a dispute). As the young girl who smashed into mum left no skid marks whatsover on the road, she obviously never even used the brakes. I'm betting there was a cell phone involved and I'm going to request that the police check to see if there were any text messages sent or received around that time. Even the tow truck driver said the damage indicated she was hit at a higher speed than the speed limit. I'm pretty pissed that the cops haven't investigated. When I spoke to them today they didn't even know mum was injured, even though she was taken by ambulance from the scene and her car was spun 180 degrees into a pole and totalled. It doesn't give me confidence in the police at all. I gave them a bollocking after the young constable said she briefly spoke to mum in the ER and she had seemed shaken but alright. She hadn't been x-rayed yet, she was in shock and in an enormous amount of pain. I don't know how they came to the conclusion she wasn't injured when she hadn't been treated yet, only triaged. I guess consciousness equates to perfectly okay in their eyes and wet behind the ears cops are now diagnosticians. Incompetent idiots.

It's all very stressful and it's killing me to see mum in so much pain, but it could have been so much worse, so for that I'm really thankful. Thank you all for the messages of support, we both really appreciate it. Your concern has bouyed us both so much. Love you all xx

Terrifying

Dec. 15th, 2014 08:47 pm
reggie11: (Sex on a stick)
There are currently approximately fifteen hostages being held by a gunman in a cafe in central Sydney city, around 3km from where I live. It's thought that there were around twenty people inside and they were taken hostage at 10am, it's now almost 9pm. Five people, have managed to escape since 4pm although the police are refusing to say whether they escaped or were released. The police have finally managed to get the gunman to speak to their negotiator but have stated that he still hasn't revealed his reasons or demands. He did however force several of the hostages to call at least one television station and a radio station although there has been a blanket ban on them releasing any information. He has told the police that none of the hostages have been harmed so far. A black flag with white Arabic writing, in what looks like a home made version of the Islamic Black Standard flag has been pressed to the window. There's been a lot of speculation but it's impossible to know if this is terrorist related or if it's just some nutcase pretending to be Muslim.

The Lindt Cafe is popular, both with tourists and office workers, I've been there more there once as they serve the best hot chocolate in town. The cafe is usually really busy all day so I guess it's fortunate that there weren't a lot more people involved. It's terrifying to think that all of these people had gone in for morning tea and a madman with a pump action shotgun trapped them all. Automatic weapons would be incredibly difficult to obtain in Australia, and so far the only weapon seen has been the shotgun, but he is also carrying a backpack so who knows if it contains some kind of home-made bomb. He's been using hostages as human shields whenever he has been anywhere near a window. I'm not even sure if people in the surrounding business and offices are still trapped as they were all ordered, earlier in the day, to stay indoors but the upper levels of the building have all been evacuated, slowly and a stealthily as possible, by emergency crews with ladders.

Things like this happen so rarely in Australia, thank God, so we are all reeling. It gives me hope that this might end without any loss of life because five people have managed to escape and the hostages have been seen being given food. I'm really hoping this means the gunman wants to make a statement of some kind, and that he doesn't intend to hurt anyone. We can only hope.
I still can't believe this is happening.
reggie11: (Genevieve)
It's wild in Sydney tonight with massive storms, flooding, and gale force winds. It's the first time in a long time I've actually been scared of a storm. That might have something to do with the huge branch that came whipping down the street, to the accompaniment of car alarms and sirens, and have it smash into the bars on my living room window. Thank Chuck for the bars or it would have come crashing through the glass. Before I had the chance to run in and completely close my bedroom window, the wind blew a painting off the wall and knocked down everything on the dresser. Poor Pixel freaked out so bad I almost had to peel her off the ceiling.

There are trees and powerlines down all over the city, and in the nearby Blue Mountains, the town of Blackheath is blanketed in snow...and it's Spring. Hey, [livejournal.com profile] meus_venator, still want to come to Aus for a vacation? ;)

Here's what's happening around my hometown. PS: Now I have proof that Miley Cyrus is the antichrist - she turns up in Sydney and this shit happens...







Photo source Sydney Morning Herald
reggie11: (Genevieve)
I thought I'd let you all have a laugh at my expense.

Have you ever had one of those days that you wish you'd just slept through and not woken up until the following morning? Today has been one of those days. It started before daybreak when I was woken to the sound of garbage trucks and realised I had forgotten to take the trash out. Nothing drastic, but it set the tone for the rest of the day. When I next awoke, bleary eyed and still half asleep I reached over to the nightstand in the semi-dark room, fumbled open my medication and swallowed it, then with my eyes still pretty much closed I grabbed the glass of water I keep by the bed to take a big gulp to wash it down. That's when I felt something other than water go into my mouth. My eyes flew open as I bolted upright and spat water all over the bed...and unfortunately my cat, Pixel. And right in the middle of the wet patch on the doona was a very wet, soggy fly. I'd had a fly in my mouth. A fly. In. My. Mouth! After much vigorous teeth brushing, mouthwash swirling, and more than a little gagging, I staggered out to feed the cat and let her outside.

I went back into my room to clean up the flung aside water glass and that's when I noticed the medication box and remembered something. When the garbos woke me I had gotten up to pee and had taken my tablet early because I was really aching. When I woke up a couple of hours later I had popped the pill on autopilot. Great, now I'd accidentally doubled up on my slow release opiate painkillers. That was going to make the day interesting by the time the second dose kicked in...and last for the next 12 hours. I needed coffee. So I turned around to stomp out to the kitchen to make it, and that's when I slipped on some of the water that I'd spilled when I'd flung aside the glass. Hmm, lucky I'd taken that extra pain medication after all.

So I make my coffee (grumbling about my now sore butt that I'd fallen on) and realised that although it's only early Spring, the day was Summer hot. So I opened the huge sliding window (leaving the screen half opened so Pixel can come and go as she pleases), grabbed my laptop and sat on the sofa to read a fic and enjoy my morning coffee. I'd settled in and was feeling relaxed (and maybe just a little high from the pain meds) when the maintenance guy for my building decided to clean up the garden, and that he would start right outside my front window. I didn't notice him, or the big leaf blower he was carrying, because I was reading. The next minute the blower roared to life and pretty much every leaf from outside came flying through my window in a big cloud of dirt, dust, and pollen. So now I have the worst hayfever attack you can imagine and a living room full of garden detritus and sneezing so much I felt my head may literally explode from the force.

I gave up on my nice relaxing coffee, popped some antihistamines, and jumped into a hot steamy shower. It helped somewhat. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth and reached over to grab my deodorant from the cabinet in my tiny, tiny bathroom and knocked the (open) jar of my favourite face cream into the toilet because I'd forgotten to put the lid down. FML.

This afternoon I was kind of half napping - yep, still a little high from the tablets - and was brought to full wakefulness to pitiful distressed cat sounds. I raced into the living room to see Pixel lying in a very contorted position under the coffee table and my heart was in my throat. Visions of broken bones in my head, I pushed the table out of the way and discovered what the real problem was. I have absolutely no idea how she managed it, but her right leg was completely through her collar, which was pretty much almost choking her, and the buckle was lodged firmly under her armpit (pawpit?) and the wing of her shoulderblade was being pushed to what looked like an extremely painful angle. I'm very, very lucky that she's a gentle cat, because except for a tiny struggle when I first lifted her, she sat still on my lap while I fumbled and cursed and accidentally pulled out chunks of fur, trying to get the buckle undone, and again when I massaged feeling back into her shoulder. Actually I think she loved that part given the loud purring. I would have cut the damn thing off but I didn't see how I could get the blade of the scissors under the collar without hurting her even more. How she'd jumped back in through the window is a mystery.

The day didn't really improve much after that. I felt a little nauseous from the opiates, my head has been aching from the hayfever, I have a bruised behind, and my (normally very good around food) cat decided that my dinner looked a little too tempting while I was up getting something to drink and I came back in the room just in time to see her licking happily at my thai pork dumplings, which then had to be binned.

I give up. Can it be tomorrow already?
reggie11: (Happy)
After a fan attending DallasCon tweeted about Jared revealing the volume of online hate he sees directed toward both he and Genevieve does get to him--and why wouldn't it, they are human beings with feelings--a couple of fans came with the idea of #JaredLoveDay for this coming Saturday, the 27th. So lets get posting and show him that there is FAR more love than hate for him in fandom. So go nuts on Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and LJ and post pics, art, GIFs, or just say it from the heart. All you need to remember is to use #JaredLoveDay on your post. Let's make the tag trend!

There shouldn't be any of this ridiculous hatred toward any of the actors. Supernatural is the show we love because of every actor involved. Nobody is saying you have to like a particular character or actor, but these are real people, and nobody deserves online hatred hurled at them.

Let's so Gen some love too!

SPREAD THE WORD!!

Sources: [x] [x]
reggie11: (Happy)


One of our SPN family is in trouble, and the lovely [livejournal.com profile] kazluvsbooks has organised this fundraiser to help her out. I won't go into too many details because Mel's ([livejournal.com profile] demondetox) private life should stay private, but she's a single mother who is also taking care of her own mother. She's also very, very strapped for cash. She's a kind, generous, and big-hearted person. A number of you already know the circumstances of why she needs the money from a post I made on [livejournal.com profile] all_spn. But below is a link to her tumblr post, and some of the fabulous GIFs she posts on tumblr as well as a few words from
[livejournal.com profile] kazluvsbooks


(MEL’S POST)


MEL'S AMAZING GIF'S

"We are blessed to have so many of Mel’s gif’s and edit’s on tumblr and this is a way to say thank you and keep her in the fandom.

(Mel has not asked me to do this, i am doing it on behalf of her and will hand every donation over to her for the bill. Any questions please ask.)"



PLEASE DONATE HERE (even if it is just $5)

reggie11: (Eyes by Kitty-ink)
I'm sure most of you know electricmonk333, she has been a member of SPN fandom for a lot longer than I have. What some of you may not be aware of is that we almost lost her after DCCON (see here).

Her family has started a fundraiser to help her live the best life she possibly can with the disabilities she has as a result of her grave illness. Here is a summary from the fundraising page:

On May 7, 2014, Shaefali's life was changed forever. She was visiting New Orleans with a friend, when she suddenly became very ill. She was rushed to the Tulane Medical Center and was diagnosed as having a rare condition known as Toxic Shock Syndrome triggered by the common strep A bacteria.

Shaefali was extremely fortunate that the doctors at Tulane were able to save her life, using massive doses of antibiotics and pressors. She is one of 12 people in the United States to survive this type of Toxic Shock, and the doctors at Tulane have asked to write her story in medical journals.

As a result of the pressors used to save her life, she lost blood flow to her extremities and gangrene set in. The doctors had to amputate part of her left arm, all the fingers save half a thumb on her right hand, and part of her legs.

The friend she was with at the time was [livejournal.com profile] kazluvsbooks who is also known as lipglosskaz on tumblr and she has also posted about this here.

Any donation, no matter how small, will help. If you can spare a few dollars, please donate here.

Help!

Aug. 25th, 2014 06:15 pm
reggie11: (Eyes by Kitty-ink)
Well the powers that be at Outlook have once again decided that they don't recognise my password. When I tried to reset, yet again I get asked a security question I never set so can't possibly answer, and a back up email I have told them multiple times I no longer have access to. GRRRRR! I have to fill in a security form and it wants to know the subject line and email address of recently sent emails. Of course, all of the email addresses are listed in my goddamn email address book, and I seriously can't remember what I wrote in the subject lines!

If you've written me an email, I'm not ignoring you, I just can't access it. If I've written you an email within the last month, or I replied to one of yours, can you please, please, please PM me the subject line and your email address so I can fill in the stupid form. I'm thinking it's time to change email accounts because I am so over these Microsoft douchebags constantly shutting me out of my own email.

Rant over.

Update: thank you [livejournal.com profile] alexisjane for the email info that you had to dig through to find, apparently with what I had and with the what you sent me it was enough to get access again. You're a life saver!
reggie11: (Sexy Beast Jared)
I think I must have broken a few hundred mirrors if the way my luck is at the moment means anything.

If any of my LJ friends have sent an email to me on my private account and gotten no response, it's not because I'm ignoring you. My password won't work, the recovery questions don't match what I had set and it will apparently take between 24-48 hours for the recovery process to work. I'm guessing this has something to do with heartbleed. What it is is a giant pain in my arse. My cat broke my brand new Samsung Galaxy phone last night and now on top of that, I have no email. I may as well be on a deserted island.

To add insult to injury, my new modem was stolen last week and the one I'm using now is as dodgy as hell and I keep losing internet access. Because I use Word Online for my writing, I need internet access which is now constantly cutting out and disappearing for hours at a time. So I'm uncontactable out in the real world and I can't update any of my fics or continue with my extremely behind BB fic. FML! I'd get drunk but there's no alcohol in the house. Grrrrrr.

For those waiting on WIP updates, I'm truly sorry. I will post them the moment I can. That is, if I don't go find a liquor store and drink it!

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