I was messing, I'll have something very soon, I had to leave work because I now have otitis on top of an upper respiratory infection. My ear hurts like hell :(
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STATUS: The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times! 1 mo ago
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The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times!
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I would die for a Charlie Puth and Lewis Capaldi collab song.
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My therapist mentioned referring me to a psychiatrist for anxiety medication, then at the next appt. said it wasn't a good idea as it doesn't the issue. I would've loved the temporary relief though...
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I thought a tiny woman like me wouldn't break a sweat with the timed wall sit. Ho Ho homg wtf
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Started calisthenics today; not to lose weight, but to get toned and get a little stronger. It's a 5x/week type deal ChatGPT drew out for me, but my snap, crackle, pop knees sure do love to complain..
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@Superman
I was thinking it had something to do with the fact that she's a minor, although I'm not sure how those laws apply.
I was thinking it had something to do with the fact that she's a minor, although I'm not sure how those laws apply.
Jennifer scratched at the mark in the back of her neck. She’d only begin to notice it a while back when she decided to use a mirror to check out what she assumed to be an itchy bug bite, but she was surprised—to say the least—when she found out how wrong she was. The reality of her nightmare became a bit more apparent then, and for the first time in her entire life, the young woman seriously considered the existence of a god. The thought alone was absurd for someone like her, but science couldn't possibly explain the origin or sudden appearances of these special abilities, so it was only logical to assume that a higher being was at work.
Jennifer then proceeded grabbed her black leather jacket off of the couch and slinging her purse over her shoulder, she made her way towards the front door.
Alright, let's get this party started... Jennifer pulled up to the club's front lot, parking her silver Hyundai Sonata four spots away from the front door. She reached for the glove compartment to grab a small pocket knife she kept as a safety precaution, then turned off the ignition. Jennifer placed the knife and keys inside her purse, making sure she secured the clasp. After a few moments, she finally stepped out into the cool evening wind.
The bouncer at the door stared at Jennifer as she approached him. She could have sworn he was checking her out, but given their surroundings, who could blame him. She smiled as he held the door open for her, thanking him in the process. She then was met with loud party music, strobe lights, and shadows of people who were either dancing or attempting to make conversation with one another by shouting over the music. Jennifer checked out the club, looking beyond the dance floor for a moment to get an idea of where the others were, but she wasn't successful. She decided that she would just ask the bartender for help.
"Excuse me, where are your private rooms?" she shouted after she approached the bar.
The bartender didn't bother looking up; he was too busy mixing a couple of drinks for some customers. "Towards the back," he replied, quickly pointing in the right direction.
"Thank you!"
Jennifer turned around and headed in the direction she'd been told, not really sure what to expect but she wasn't all that nervous as they were in a very crowded club. Oddly enough, crowds made her feel better in tense situations.
When she reached the back, she saw a few doors adjacent to each other. She went into the room that had a sign reading "Occupied" and there, she found two people already waiting.
Jennifer then proceeded grabbed her black leather jacket off of the couch and slinging her purse over her shoulder, she made her way towards the front door.
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Alright, let's get this party started... Jennifer pulled up to the club's front lot, parking her silver Hyundai Sonata four spots away from the front door. She reached for the glove compartment to grab a small pocket knife she kept as a safety precaution, then turned off the ignition. Jennifer placed the knife and keys inside her purse, making sure she secured the clasp. After a few moments, she finally stepped out into the cool evening wind.
The bouncer at the door stared at Jennifer as she approached him. She could have sworn he was checking her out, but given their surroundings, who could blame him. She smiled as he held the door open for her, thanking him in the process. She then was met with loud party music, strobe lights, and shadows of people who were either dancing or attempting to make conversation with one another by shouting over the music. Jennifer checked out the club, looking beyond the dance floor for a moment to get an idea of where the others were, but she wasn't successful. She decided that she would just ask the bartender for help.
"Excuse me, where are your private rooms?" she shouted after she approached the bar.
The bartender didn't bother looking up; he was too busy mixing a couple of drinks for some customers. "Towards the back," he replied, quickly pointing in the right direction.
"Thank you!"
Jennifer turned around and headed in the direction she'd been told, not really sure what to expect but she wasn't all that nervous as they were in a very crowded club. Oddly enough, crowds made her feel better in tense situations.
When she reached the back, she saw a few doors adjacent to each other. She went into the room that had a sign reading "Occupied" and there, she found two people already waiting.
Alright, I'll have a post up soon having JJ arriving at the club.
@Crossfire
Yeah, you probably know him or at the very least have unknowingly crossed paths a few times. With that, I don't advise coming down here any time soon... Even though I was born and raised in Cuba and have that superman immune system, I've gotten sick twice this year already. And trust me, I rarely get sick.
Yeah, you probably know him or at the very least have unknowingly crossed paths a few times. With that, I don't advise coming down here any time soon... Even though I was born and raised in Cuba and have that superman immune system, I've gotten sick twice this year already. And trust me, I rarely get sick.
Small world, I know someone from Newfoundland and I'm all the way in Florida.
Anyway, I too had one of the worst weekends ever. It started Saturday when I got the worst sore throat of my life, not even exaggerating. Also, I went running on Friday after a lengthy break due to an injury and my legs were hurting terribly the day after. Needless to say that being sick made the pain 10x worse. What happened today when I had to return to work? I was feeling 80% better.
Anyway, I too had one of the worst weekends ever. It started Saturday when I got the worst sore throat of my life, not even exaggerating. Also, I went running on Friday after a lengthy break due to an injury and my legs were hurting terribly the day after. Needless to say that being sick made the pain 10x worse. What happened today when I had to return to work? I was feeling 80% better.
It was roughly six in the morning, and Jennifer sat cross-legged in the middle of her bed, the laptop in front of her providing the only source of light in the otherwise dark bedroom. She was browsing the internet in search of answers again, anything involving superhuman traits. As before, any promising results she came across were either sci-fi articles, news of the events that occurred at the gala that evening, or people expressing their hate towards her and the rest of the people who acquired an ability. Jennifer still couldn't wrap her mind around everything that had happened up that point, and to make matters worse, not a single professional could provide a viable explanation.
To Jennifer, it seems as if she'd been thrusted into the plot of a cheesy superhero movie, although in her case, such action did indeed come with real-world consequences. Roughly a week after the gala, her department head, Dr. Carl Jensen, called her and advised Jennifer to stay at home until further notice. He rambled on about safety precautions and some other unnecessary topics, but Jennifer knew the harsh truth: the university didn't want to be associated with the mess going on at the moment. She'd also been contacted by one of the biology professors, although he was primarily interested in any physiological changes that had occurred, but Jennifer didn't have anything to report and that was basically the end of their conversation.
Oddly enough, her phone suddenly went off. She picked it up to see who was calling her so early in the morning, and of course, it was none other than her mother.
"Hi, mom."
"Jenny, dear, how are you?"
"Same as before, more or less. Nothing's much changed," she said
"Have you heard back from Dr. Jensen or the university?"
"No, nothing yet," Jennifer sighed. She was honestly getting sick of her mother asking for an update nearly twice a day. Jennifer couldn't count the number of times she'd told her mother that the second she knew something, she would call her.
"Oh, okay. Well, your father's tests came back negative, so that's a plus."
"Yeah, that's good."
"Alright dear, I'll let you go back to sleep. Call me later, okay?"
"Okay mom. Love you."
Jennifer hung up, contemplating whether she should try to get some rest. After a few moments, she realized that it was a no-brainer, and she put her laptop away and tucked herself under the covers to try to get some much-needed sleep.
To Jennifer, it seems as if she'd been thrusted into the plot of a cheesy superhero movie, although in her case, such action did indeed come with real-world consequences. Roughly a week after the gala, her department head, Dr. Carl Jensen, called her and advised Jennifer to stay at home until further notice. He rambled on about safety precautions and some other unnecessary topics, but Jennifer knew the harsh truth: the university didn't want to be associated with the mess going on at the moment. She'd also been contacted by one of the biology professors, although he was primarily interested in any physiological changes that had occurred, but Jennifer didn't have anything to report and that was basically the end of their conversation.
Oddly enough, her phone suddenly went off. She picked it up to see who was calling her so early in the morning, and of course, it was none other than her mother.
"Hi, mom."
"Jenny, dear, how are you?"
"Same as before, more or less. Nothing's much changed," she said
"Have you heard back from Dr. Jensen or the university?"
"No, nothing yet," Jennifer sighed. She was honestly getting sick of her mother asking for an update nearly twice a day. Jennifer couldn't count the number of times she'd told her mother that the second she knew something, she would call her.
"Oh, okay. Well, your father's tests came back negative, so that's a plus."
"Yeah, that's good."
"Alright dear, I'll let you go back to sleep. Call me later, okay?"
"Okay mom. Love you."
Jennifer hung up, contemplating whether she should try to get some rest. After a few moments, she realized that it was a no-brainer, and she put her laptop away and tucked herself under the covers to try to get some much-needed sleep.
Of course.
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