She dreams in color, she dreams in red.

[inamourata]

I have always felt there to be a horrific quality about the fish. Perhaps it's the way they struggle after being caught; their mouths opening in a futile gulp, the relentless flapping upon a dry surface, their glassy eyes that stare out into space even before they're dead. I never realized my disgust until the nightmares. The meat fish I made

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[inamourata]

People use eachother left & right all over the dance floor and it's never been fun or pleasureable to me, nothing more than actually kind of gross. I agree with you completely, because it's exactly how I feel. I'd much rather dance in group of friends, if it's a 'girl's night out' that sort of thing, but sometimes they trail off with strange men... and well, then I'd just rather sit down by that time. If men were more respectful and knew how to keep their distance things might be different, but they rarely ever want anything less than a chance to touch, or feel, or get really damn close. And the only one I permit to do that would be someone I am actually dating or seeing who has touched me before and whom I would want to touch me again.

I understood she couldn't drive me home, we went in her car, since we live quite a distance from one another but the decent thing to do would've been to wait until my friend arrived to pick me up. So much for that...

You didn't misinterpret me. I'm naturally extremely loyal to those I love and care for. I just can't be anything less.