Apr 10, 2004 00:59
just found this......
from:
"american beauty"
525/03 11:17:00 PM
I'm not the same person I was a few years ago. I recognize that I was her, and I'm not ashamed of her or anything. she was a good kid. I'm a good kid. we're just not the same anymore. I don't know whether that's a good thing or bad thing. I think it's both. I love her, but I'm afraid of what she could do to me right now. I can't revert to her ways. I'm not her. I'm not her. What am I so scared of? she's in the past. I hope I'm not the only one who sees that. I like who I am now. whoever the fuck I am. know what I mean?
... still systematically destroying my nails.
(I must try to look for the first reference to digging under fingernails.... meanwhile, another flashback:)
Maybe I will teach my kid to swear very early in life, but make it our family secret, for appearance's sake.
(hehe. I love doing this, even though I know I shouldn't. more wisdom from that same entry, which is 5/18/03:)
If people held hands all the time, it would be harder to walk down the hall or street or aisle, arthritis would be more prevalent, and disease would spread more quickly. But I still think everyone would be a hell of a lot happier.
The profile. The away message. Windows into the soul. But only so much as you are willing to type.
What is the big deal about making the first move?
What is the big deal about firsts in general? Sure, you can never get them back, but who says you wanted them in the first place?
My favorite kind of weather is soft rain with summer sunshine. Next to that I will take any place or time in the Caribbean.
(cuteness.)