without a sign.

Jan 05, 2005 14:54

After halleberry's post, I wanted to know when I would hit that one year mark myself. The results were a little disheartening. Let's have a looksee, shall we?

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Date created: 2003-12-21 06:46:19
Date updated: 2004-12-31 12:38:51, 4 days ago
Journal entries: 59

I passed my own one year mark without even noticing it. It's just like me to do that. What with Lilas and the premieres and shows I've had to attend this past season, I haven't had time to just lounge around and relax. But now that this season is coming to a close and everybody is busy preparing for spring, I'm going to presume I have some time to lie back and breathe.

I've been having strange cravings for chocolate lately. In the morning, after dinner, at midnight. It's as if my mind has an alarm for chocolate. 7:00. Brring!. I wake up, regardless of how many hours of sleep I've had, and reach into the refrigerator for some Godiva dark chocolate. Then after that my brain softens, and I fall back into a deep slumber (if I have no early engagements that day.) Then after dinner, when I'm watching the television or outside walking with some friends, something in my body pops, and I have to duck into a convenience store to buy some chocolate. Kinder. Mars Bars, anything will do at that point. It's like I depend on cacao to survive. That's not healthy, is it? Next thing you know my agent is going to be at my back again about my weight. When will she understand that I simply don't want to starve myself in order to attain the skinny model figure? I'm 5'7"! Too short to be a model anyway. She keeps shoving me into these modeling extravaganzas when what I want to do is act. I really need to think about switching management.

I had a nice talk with Sophie yesterday about raising children, and the men that they call Papi. In my world the males would not have the opportunity to just walk away like mine did, or drink alcohol excessively in front of the children before they are of age. See the thing is, why is it that we must be so responsible for our children, and the way they grow up, while the men can just walk up after sex and never see you again?

I'm not 22. Not 25. I've been around the world and back in search of answers and I found none. Zilch. Who holds the answer key to all of my insinuating inquiries? I really would like to have a nice long chat with him/her.
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