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Lit is a world of alts. How many Lit identities have you posted under?

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    Votes: 378 78.6%
  • 2 - 3

    Votes: 86 17.9%
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    Votes: 7 1.5%
  • > 5

    Votes: 10 2.1%

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Did he just make fun of starvation, the Sudanese crisis, AIDS, and speech impairments all in one post?! :eek:

*un-dibs his baton!

I did NOT make fun of speech impairments. I made fun of people who mispronounce the word nuclear.

ETA- I also didn't make fun of Darfur. I simply said that it would be acceptable to use that term there, as it could be a literal thing. If anything, I'm whipping the bastards into shape who make comments like "I'm literally starving". One could argue I'm helping the Sudanese crisis. It would be a weak argument. But one could argue that.
 
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"Never wrassle a raccoon on his own turf!"

I mean, why is that a saying? That's just common sense.
 
Suzanne spends too much time looking at dirty pictures on tumblr. But she thanks you for your support of her filthy little habit. ;)
 
It's Saturday, it's early, why don't we keep things simple? How close to growing up to be like your own parents have you gotten. For some it would be a goal, others a failure. Did you mean to, or did it just happen that way? When you notice, does it make you smile or stop you dead in your tracks? And have you tried to change one way or the other, making sure emulate/distance yourself to them?
 
My sister and I notice it in each other most frequently. Be it a mannerism, a look, an inflection in tone… we both have a lot of my mom in us. I don't have kids, so I haven't had the joy of inflicting some of my mom's colloquialisms on little people as much as my sister. So my husband, friends and co-workers get it instead.

My mom is pretty awesome, so I rather enjoy when I'm told that I'm like her.
 
I am not my mother. I never will be my mother. She died long before she could have any real influence over me. A mere six years was all I got, but I remember her a little.
I am my father's daughter. He would be proud. That's all that matters.
 
I'm often told I am like my father. That's truly the best compliment I could receive, as I have always found my father to be a wonderful example of what a father should be.

Like Suzanne, I don't have kids, but I do enjoy bossing and giving orders. Sooooo, I try to impart my father's wisdom on any little shits I see misbehaving.
 
It's Sunday. Funday for many, although I prefer Saturday's myself. Nothing on the calendar today. Maybe a couple chores, maybe a workout session. But nothing I have to do.

Today's topic isn't all the original but I would like to put my own twist on it.

You've been granted 24 hours to do with what you want. You will be granted the super power of not requiring sleep during this time. You'll not ever be sleepy. You can also have with you whom ever you would like for a duration of your choosing. 24 hours or 24 minutes, you control that. Money to do whatever you want will be provided. And time travel, back or ahead, is allowed. (However, changing the past to change the present isn't allowed). Maybe you want to travel back to that perfect summer day when you were 12, who knows. You can do what you want.

How would you spend those 24hours?
 
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