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Sunday, May 16, 2004. I do not fit inside your back pocket. I will not fold over in those same wet creases you leave on my skin. I do not fall into the same shape,. Pitiful face in my hands pressed against my knees, back hard against the wall,. Every time you leave me. You cannot set your watch by the curl of my lip. My fate may be carved into the palms of my hands,. Etched on my forehead for you to trace. You can, perhaps, divine my future from the pattern of peeled bark. And all waning now, in the afte...
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Saturday, July 31, 2004. I want to sleep but my hair is wet. Friday, July 30, 2004. To see my baby niece clare! Oh she's so cute. though i ended up playing more with her brother than her because he dragged me to his playroom and we started fiddling with cars and railway tracks. oh how i love baby boys. they go nuts when they see cars. And i'm hooked on blackcurrant and peach pastilles! Oh no i'm popping them like every two seconds or something, that's me with gummies! Don't ask me why) so there you go!
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Wednesday, April 30, 2003. Is being a girl in the. It seems everytime i look up. I see a different one. All of them like. To talk to girls like me, girls. Planted on the ground, growing. Like trees; they like the ones. That are steady, the ones that are. Tall the ones who look. Like they can touch those clouds. All of them like to fall. someway. Between the forest and the sky,. Somehow among the trees and the clouds;. We will find each other, blinded. And fallen, and whisper our. Dear girl on the ground,.
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Monday, March 31, 2003. Geez am i that opaque. . Sunday, March 30, 2003. I am damn pissed. i spent the whole day dling yami no matsuei ep 11 (the most infuriating thing is that half of it got dled in about 10 mins from this guy with a super-fast connection and then i get stuck with dling the other half over what? And THEN i find out that it has no english subtitling. I am so screwed. so i spend today dling yami no matsuei ep 11 and. 12 again asdl;ghsjkghdlgh i am pissed. i really. And no louis don't.
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Sunday, December 29, 2002. I am fascinated with the fandom of harry potter. there must be a million slash fics lying around on the internet by a thousand different people. the sad part is that i can't seem to find all these sites, and somehow end up in the same circle of authors and fics all the time. i must have seen daisychain! On ten different sites today. i am beginning to wonder if i'm not just a little perverted - i actually like. Shuki proclaims legolas is the perfect guy (that's just because orla...
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Wednesday, January 15, 2003. The only way we both know it's true is that we both dreamed it. that's what reality is. it's a dream everyone has together.' calliope helen stephanides. WHAT the hell is wrong with od? Belgarath (the eternal man). Polgara (the bride of torak). Poledra (the woman who watches). Ce'nedra (the queen of the world). Barak (the dreadful bear). Mandorallen (the knight protector). Durnik (the man with two lives). Relg (the blind man). Taiba (the mother of the race that died). Riva iro...
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Friday, May 30, 2003. Anyway: things i want to do before i die. I want to learn how to make a strawberry daiquiri because contrary to popular belief i think that pink is actually quite a nice colour, and daiquiris taste nice. I want to walk in the rain naked with my hair streaming down my back and think about how much i don’t have to care about who is looking at me. I want to wake up every morning to the smell of french vanilla. I want to wake up at night and come alive while everyone else is asleep.
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Sunday, August 31, 2003. Prepare for very long post.). Just read sara's od entry. Been thinking alot about that. what it means to me to go overseas at this point in time, when i'm seventeen years old and female, spending eight months of my life in a jc then going off - what if i decide by september next year that no, i don't really want to leave after all? Of course my mum is also convinced i can't take care of myself when i'm 17 because i'm a total slob (have you seen my room? My goodness sliced fish be...
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Thursday, July 31, 2003. How long,' he asks. he bends down to where she is sitting, on the ground with her head on her knees, hair obscuring parts of her face, not enough to hide the streaks that trail down her legs. his face is unreadable, shrouded in darkness, his voice commits no sin. his hand comes up and strokes her hair, gently, like a child. She thinks, for a moment, that he might tilt her face up, and kiss her. Long enough,' she whispers, and her voice floats like a ghost; he can almost hear it.
