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Jun. 17th, 2007 @ 12:21 am 5trueloves
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May. 19th, 2007 @ 12:06 pm (no subject)
I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Physical Touch

<th colspan="2">My Detailed Results:</th>
Physical Touch: 11
Quality Time: 9
Acts of Service: 4
Words of Affirmation: 4
Receiving Gifts: 2

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Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.

Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.

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May. 8th, 2007 @ 09:36 pm Who has made you smile recently?
Current Music: theatrical muse
Who has made you smile recently?

Eric of course. He can always make me smile… whether it’s with a joke or a comment… or even a look. He’s always had that “power” as it were. He can also make me blush anytime…but that’s another thing entirely isn’t it? Maybe, maybe not… I guess, because I usually either laugh at him or slap him.

Then of course there’s my kids. They make me laugh every day. Their innocence and happy view of the world reminds me of the way the world should be seen… the way the world should be, where the biggest worry is what to put on the list for Santa Claus each year.

My friends make me laugh as well. Brittany’s sense of humor is different than mine, but she can make me laugh. Then there’s Mike. He can be anything from funny to stupid [so sorry Mighty Mouse!]

Arica Davidson Weiss
Original Character [Alias]
Word Count: 151
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Mar. 9th, 2007 @ 09:16 pm Fragile

I was once pretty fragile. Still am in some respects. The cultural stereotype still held today is that women are more emotional. But in my case, I suppose it’s true. It’s not as bad as I used to be… but still. I’m an emotional person. And there are some things in my past that I’d just as soon forget, that sometimes come back and I do feel fragile then.

One of the many nice things about having Eric in my life is that he carries me through those spells, just as I take care of him. And believe me, men are big babies when they’re sick. Eric was just sick last week… throwing up… half out of it. He still tries to go in to work and I finally convince him that he needs to stay home and he spends the next hour, whining and moaning and groaning, until I finally convince him it’s okay to go to sleep.



Course they do say “women” with that exasperated sigh as well. So I guess it’s all even.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 179
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Feb. 6th, 2007 @ 08:36 pm What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?

”What are you waiting for Arica?” a voice finally pierced through the fog. “We have to get out of here!”

The building was coming down around them, a part of her brain finally acknowledged. “Eric!” she cried out. And suddenly he was there, picking her up in his arms and running out of the building to safety. He made it as far outside as he was comfortable and lowered her to the ground, shielding her with his body as the building finally exploded, throwing shrapnel to the four winds.

She knew that when it was over, he stand up and ask her if she was okay… about what had happened in there… about her hesitation. She knew that he’d fall right into agent mode and takeover the scene until everyone else arrived… until the CIA was there to investigate and clean up. But in that one moment, when the world was going to hell around them, she felt amazingly safe. Maybe a bit smothered, but safe in the arms of love.

Arica Weiss
Original Character – Alias
Word Count: 171
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Dec. 28th, 2006 @ 10:29 pm Unexpected Romance
Talk about a memorable (or unexpected) kiss at a holiday party.

Unexpected Romance

I was in college when I got my first kiss. Maybe that’s corny or naïve, but maybe not. Anyway, I had been dragged to one of the usual post finals campus bashes that my friends liked to frequent and I ran into an old friend I hadn’t expected to see again.

Joshua and I had been childhood friends and high school sweethearts, but we went our own ways in the end. His father was very wealthy and had Joshua’s life planned out, despite being quite distant from his son. Joshua’s plans included going on to be a lawyer, and they didn’t include a so-called “normal” life, or in other words, me. I could tell that he was surprised to see me as well.

We talked, then we danced and talked some more, both of us trying to keep our distance because neither of us thought anything would come of the relationship… that anything could. I despised the way Joshua’s father ran his life and didn’t care for the fact that Joshua allowed it. I wasn’t going to let anyone run my life – millionaire or not.

Before the evening was over, before he left, he pulled me to the side and kissed me lightly on the lips, a kiss which immediately deepened. In that kiss were all the memories, wishes, hopes, dreams, we’d had about our lives. When we parted, he smiled at me, stroked my cheek and apologized, because though he wanted things to be different, he couldn’t let it happen and ultimately, it wasn’t to be.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 259
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Dec. 5th, 2006 @ 01:50 am Dance
I Hope You Dance

Arica sat on a chair on the backyard patio, watching as the children played in the backyard. The twins were going full throttle, running around the yard and shrieking with delight. Ashley, on the other hand, seemed content to hang back and watch, almost in awe, as her siblings generally caused a fuss.

Ashley babbled something loudly at the two a moment later and they raced over to tickle her and make funny faces, which sent her into a giggle fit as she fell back on the floor.

Arica found herself desperately hoping that her children would never know the horrible realities of this world, hoped that they would never have to face the things she had been forced to…

“Mommy, why are you sad?” a voice asked suddenly, startling her from her thoughts.

“I’m just thinking,” she replied softly, offering a smile of reassurance.

“About sad things?”

“Just thinking about a bad dream. But it’s all fine now.”

“Oh. Okay Mommy.” And off the twins were again.

And things were fine.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 172
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Oct. 28th, 2006 @ 12:47 am Tunnel Prompt
It was the only way she saw, so she ran toward it. She didn't have a clue what she'd find on the other side or who she might find, but she had to keep running, keep moving... She had to try to live... to survive. She'd survived worse and Eric would come find her. Besides, she had the kids to live for as well. So, she kept running, through the tunnel and into a dismal setting. The sky was overcast... wherever she was. She wasn’t even sure she was in the same state at this point and other than her captors, hadn’t seen a living soul in the area.

Surely she would run into civilization sooner or later, because she couldn’t keep running indefinitely. But again, she had to try… the discomfort and fatigue threatened, but she pushed them back by force of will. They would last a short time. If she were caught and killed, that was permanent.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 159
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Oct. 2nd, 2006 @ 07:16 pm Hidden
Her eyesight had faded a few days prior during their kidnapping. Sark had injected her with some sort of drug and now, she couldn’t see. Sometimes she wasn’t sure what scared her more – the kidnapping and subsequent events or the loss of her eyesight. Being able to see had given her more of a measure of control than she had now, without it.

With her sight, she might not be able to stop events, but she knew what was happening and who was responsible. She could better tell when to fight and when to give in. She could gain a better sense of her surroundings and plot escape.

And would it ever return? Would she ever be able to see Eric’s face again? Watch him as she walked the aisle at their wedding? See their children, when she had them?

Was this thing permanent or temporary? Was it designed to be a scar on her both physically and emotionally or was it simply a better leash?

Arica Weiss
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Word Count: 166
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