Ok, my former computer has undergone a terrible accident and died last night. I stayed up late until 6am trying to fix it and again today until just a few minutes ago. And it's around 10:30pm here. So I thought, fuck it- I'm not going to deal with it anymore tonight or any other night.

I can't anyways- it's literally dead. There is nothing on it. No apps, no internet, no control panel or any way to reboot it or reset it to factory conditions.

So what little bit of work I will be getting done will be on my old comp from before this other one.

Moving on- I wanted to try my hand at a semi dark-ish Magi fic. It'll be a really slow burn Sinbad/OC fic so when I get that up, I hope that everyone likes it.

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It was so stupid.

Or maybe she just was, sometimes it was hard to tell. And sometimes her 'stupidity' knew absolutely no fucking bounds. But then her stupidity rarely actually involved a lack of intelligence. Most of the time she simply felt things. Sometimes she even knew them before they happened.

It was just how her brand of stupidity worked.

What others would consider some sort of god given gift or talent, she considered 'stupid'. And today was no different. At seventeen going on eighteen she usually had most things in life figured out. She finished school early, and graduated with honor's, survived a car wreck that had put her in the hospital for months, and now only three months after being released from the hospital, she found herself getting ready to take on her first job.

It was at a local art gallery/jewelry store where everything you made was on commission, but she was planning to pull out all of the stops just to make enough money to help her mom with the bills.

She wasn't terribly concerned about how to spend the money that she brought home since he already had new clothing and shoes and everything else that she had needed/wanted to get. She had been a very busy little beaver these past few months.

Not to mention frugal.

She had bought all of her clothing and shoes and stuff on sale and at yard sales, so out of all her graduation money she still had quite a bit left over. Several thousand of which was currently sitting in one of her savings accounts. While at least three thousand, eight hundred and sixty dollars was sitting in checking account.

Leaving her hidden piggy bank with at least eight thousand five hundred and thirty dollars left.

Which was excellent considering how paranoid she got about her shit. Especially with her twin eleven year old brothers around. The little jerks could sniff out nickels in the couch cushions like little money bloodhounds.

Brushing her long chocolate brown hair out of her face, she carefully checked herself over in the oval mirror sitting on her dresser.

Studying her appearance with a critical eye, she scrunched up her nose a little bit as she noted the colors of her clothing, nails, jewelry, and eyes clashed badly and made a soft sound of annoyance. Why was it always so damn hard to color coordinate her shit?

Growling as she spun around on her heel, she moved back over to her bed and grabbed a different shirt- this time an off cream colored one with little pastel pink, purple, and blue flowers and soft mint green vines on it. It looked considerably better with her fair coloring, dark hair, pearls, soft pink fingernail polish, and lip gloss and eyes shadow.

Once she had it on and managed to put her long hair up in a twist style with some of the long strands hanging over the top of the clip, and then left her bedroom to go see what her mom was doing. Being as today was Friday the thirteenth, her mom was probably downstairs cooking todays celebratory feast.

But then they had much to celebrate once she came home after work. Today was her first day on the job. And it was also her younger twin brother's birthday. Today- assuming that the twerps managed to survive another day to see it's end- they would be turning twelve.

Entering the kitchen, she smiled at her mom's back as she stood at the island in the middle of the kitchen cutting up some veggies and humming.

"What's for dinner today?"

Her mom looked up from cutting the veggies and paused as she looked at her for a moment before saying, "Is that what your going to wear to work?"

"Yeah."

"Hn, you know it might not be a bad idea to show a little bit of cleavage. Especially if some guys walk in looking for something."

"I work at a gallery/jewelry shop mom. Not a strip club. Cleavage isn't allowed."

"If you say so," Mom muttered as she carefully scooped up everything that she had just cut, up off of the counter so that she could move it to the large- salad bowl? Sitting just a few feet away before she turned back to her and said, "I hope that you have a good day sweetheart."

She scoffed at her mom's fondness for referring to her as a 'sweetheart' when everyone that knew her knew that she was anything but. "Thanks, mom. Say where are the twerps? I can't leave until I at least give them both a wedgy."

If she had taken the time to really notice the feeling of dread that had begun to settle in the pit of her stomach- the same feeling that she had misinterpreted as excitement- she would have gotten her mom and twin brothers out of the house. Instead of coming home to their bloody corpses hours later.