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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
My girlfriend's going out with her girlfriend today. The most insane bolus, perched between joy and jealousy rose in my stomach. I love the thought of her with a girlfriend. All fuzzy. (By the way, they're not going out. But I consider them like that). Some days the absolutely beautiful thought of them hugging or dancing has me all tingly.
But still, I want to see her so bad I can feel it, hard.
When I saw her last, she said I made her 'all squiggly'. What else could I want?
I thought about my writing, and decided you probably don't know me. So I'll try and write something about why I am, soon. Or maybe just who I am. Or simpler still, what's happened. Bye!
But still, I want to see her so bad I can feel it, hard.
When I saw her last, she said I made her 'all squiggly'. What else could I want?
I thought about my writing, and decided you probably don't know me. So I'll try and write something about why I am, soon. Or maybe just who I am. Or simpler still, what's happened. Bye!
