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| 02:52pm 30/11/2009 |
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| 08:10pm 05/04/2009 |
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I'm in a rut. A stupid fucking hole. I can't jump high enough, and I'm too weak to climb out. Fuck this. Fuck you. |
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| 03:11pm 02/03/2009 |
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MONOGAMY IS STUPID! |
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| See you next week... |
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| 05:51pm 01/03/2009 |
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That was new.
That rush of energy. The pulsing, fluid motion.
Your fingertips digging into my skin.
Reckless abandon.
Tell me one more time. Say it again.
“There’s no one else, it’s just us.”
Rhythmic, lost in the sea, ebbing and flowing
Lost in the clock, ticking away.
Lost in your body, tangled with mine.
Whisper to me again.
Don’t ask me, just tell me. Remind me. Push me.
“Let go.”
There’s no one else.
It’s just us.
Let go. |
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| 03:31pm 18/02/2009 |
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I live my life quite like a lizard.
Skittering over the sand
and the sun-warmed rocks.
Touch, go.
Touch, go.
If I stop for too long, I'm worried I may get burned. |
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| Big trouble... |
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| 07:36am 04/02/2009 |
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I know you were there,too. You had to push through it just like I did. Tugging on my shirt, so close I could smell your skin. Step one, identify the problem. Step two, formulate a solution. Contact. Breath. Heat. Rise. Fall. Closer and closer, closer and closer, closer and closer. Wave after wave.
Go ahead. Keep going. You just might get what I deserve. |
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| 11:09am 19/08/2008 |
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I don’t know how I got so incredibly lucky with this baby. She’s so ridiculously easy-going. The only things that make her fussy EVER are being hungry and not being able to see things. Maybe it’s not luck. After everything that’s happened in the last year or so, I think maybe I just deserve something good in my life. And, by God, is she something good. I’ve never in my life encountered something so amazing. She’s started really smiling in the past few days (as opposed to the “I’m peeing” smiles), and I swear, nothing on the planet will turn you into a tiny blob of jiggly, emotional pudding quite like a toothless little grin.
On to non-baby news...
I finally signed up for dance classes. Hip-hop and ballet. Should be interesting.
I’m also teaching bellydance classes starting in September.
I’m kind of getting to the point where I have all my shit together. I can stay on top of taking care of the baby, keeping the house relatively clean, and getting decent meals on the table at a decent time.
Richard is quitting his second job, which is good. I hate him being gone for twelve hours a day. |
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| 10:46am 05/08/2008 |
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I completely forgot that livejournal existed…how lame of me…But I’m pretty sure everyone else did, too. That probably means that there’s really not anybody reading this, and that’s good. On with the updating…
I’m married to the single most amazing person I know.
I have an absolutely beautiful baby girl. She’s literally the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. As corny as it sounds, sometimes I look at her and I can’t breathe because she’s so perfect. She makes me want to be a better person.
There are so many thoughts bouncing around in my head that it’s hard to get them out. I haven’t had an outlet for my brain in so long that everything’s all backed up.
I miss having friends. Since Richard and I got married, they’ve all sort of dropped off, one by one. Don’t get me wrong, I love Rich, but it sucks not having anyone else to talk to. I’ve started talking to Michelle again, which is nice. And Chelsea. But it’s weird how relationships with people change when you have a baby. It gets really hard to relate to people who don’t. That leaves me a grand total of like, four possibilities. One of those people I haven’t really been friends with since high school, and I only talk to her when I bump into her at Wal-Mart. One of them is too Jesus-y for me to actually have a decent conversation with. One is A)busy planning her wedding, and B)not actually someone that I enjoy talking to. And one has plenty to deal with without me being like, “here, let me unload my brain on you”. And also, I’m not entirely sure she likes me all that much.
I really need to do something. I don’t care if it’s just taking a dance class. I can’t stand the monotony anymore. But everything I want to do is mutually exclusive with basically my entire life.
I’ll write more later. My brain has stopped. |
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| 03:54am 03/08/2006 |
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Sometimes I examine my life and it fills me with the urge to jump up and down and scream, "I WIN! I WIN! I WIN!" |
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| 11:06am 29/07/2006 |
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Wow...so, I haven't been on here in months...and maybe it's a good thing...I was reading some of the entries and I kind of wanted to drink bleach. I'm not really going to post anything about my life on here. If you're so incredibly interested that you can't even breathe, give me a call. 793-5789 (New cell, for those of you that don't know.) Much love.
PS. I will, however, say that I now work at Sizzler, and if you value my sanity, you should probably stop by and say hi to me at some point. |
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| 12:59pm 22/04/2006 |
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"He's a quiet sort of lunatic. The type everyone always says "was such a nice kid" after they find like, twenty human faces in his freezer."
That made me laugh. |
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| 11:40pm 08/04/2006 |
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Grease is finally over. Oddly enough, it seems like it just started. It was fun. I don't think I've ever had more fun with a role. I'm really, REALLY glad that it's done with, though. My face is pretty much DYING because of all the makeup.
Things with Dan are pretty much awesomely awesome beyond the valley of awesomeness. (And yes, Devin, I'm going to keep on bein' mushy :)...) I've decided that I thoroughly enjoy:
dancing in hallways to no music
being hugged and told I'm going to do great when I'm nervous
pretending that there's something in someone's eye, then kissing them
taking a nap all tangled up like shoelaces
I'm really excited about graduation. Well, not so much about graduation, but about moving out. Piss. I need a job. Eh. Apartment=awesome.
Peace out, all. <3 |
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| 10:15pm 03/04/2006 |
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I always feel obligated to update this thing, and I really haven't the slightest idea why. But damnit, I'm going to do it. So, Grease opens in three days. I'm excited, I suppose. I know we're going to put on a decent show, but I also know that it's COMPLETELY different from what people are expecting. And not necessarily in a good way. But I think it'll turn out alright. Things with Dan are awesome times 9,345,743,573,643,367,357.54. I don't think anyone has ever made me so happy. I'm pretty excited about graduation. Scared shitless, but excited nonetheless. Particularly about the whole apartment deal. Fantabulous, really. AAAAAANNNNNDDD....DONE! |
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| 09:56pm 02/04/2006 |
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You treat me like I'm a princess.
I'm not used to liking that.
You ask how my day was...
You've already won me over in spite of me.
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over fee.t
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it,
It's all your fault |
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| Pictures from State. |
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| 10:49pm 15/03/2006 |
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Dan and I being all cute.
Me, Catherine, Krystal, and Michelle being DAMN awesome.
Everyone doing a Grease pose.
Me being a pirate in the Lego store.
The booth said "No Film". Andrew said "No problem." (Not even gonna lie, I stole that from him.)
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| 07:09pm 04/03/2006 |
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So, Silk Road Legacy was today. It blew royally. Oh well. It's only Silk Road Legacy. Dan came to see me, which made me incredibly happy. He really is the sweetest person alive. And the most attractive. FOUR MORE DAYS UNTIL STATE! Hmm...I really wish there was more to write about. Unfortunately, I'm only updating to kill some time until Scott and Krystal come and pick me up. I've just now decided that eating soup would be a much more productive use of my time. So, I bid you all adieu. |
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