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Bzzzzzaaaap! I suddenly got a jolt of artistic, somethingoranother, and have been wanting to paint, paint, paint. Ay ay ay, que rico. McKinley is just feeding this, and, I feel so damn productive! Ooh la, laa, I might get this portfolio done in time. Currently working Venus Sexmill like a small asian child, and there is nothing to better get over a cold. Working on two paintings, three hour day post school, and I'm feeling excited about life, about working, about everything! Aha, I feel like getting up and dancing. You know, for once I've got a real someone on Valentines day, though I'm somewhat worried about my calls going unanswered. Ngh, worrywart. I remember, I used to be part of my elementary school television deal, and I'd be the Wacky Weathergirl for the most part (how tragically fitting) but people would tell me I worry too much. I like that. I'm liking this somewhat maternal feeling, I can't wait for children, for my breasts and stomach to just swell. I'd love a crazy child, the sort that run around and do everything, who bug the hell out of everyone. Someone so fresh and full of life. I want to move at the speed of light, race through things, laugh. I want to throw my head back and just laugh one of those throaty laughs. "Ah ha ha!" Or curl up into a fit of giggles. To dance, I've caught myself dancing around to my mother's CD player as I walk. I've always wanted to do that, and now it just kind of flows through me. Dear lord, it feels as though there is light at the end of the tunnel!
I want to just grab Ian and take him with me on this whirlwind of good feeling. Aha, this era of good feeling! Shall I? Shall I? Yes, I toss my head back and laugh. Oh ho, one of those narcassistic, terribly witty jokes which you feel only you may understand. I got the sweetest card for Valentines Day, and though my efforts to look androgenous may have gone amiss,
I feel great.
Ian, love dove? Let me take you on this trip, baby. I want those silly laughs to ring in my ears, and those smiles to take your lips.
I think I could say something sweet, and terribly fantastic about Ian, but he knows it all already:
World, I love Ian Anderson.
I want to just grab Ian and take him with me on this whirlwind of good feeling. Aha, this era of good feeling! Shall I? Shall I? Yes, I toss my head back and laugh. Oh ho, one of those narcassistic, terribly witty jokes which you feel only you may understand. I got the sweetest card for Valentines Day, and though my efforts to look androgenous may have gone amiss,
I feel great.
Ian, love dove? Let me take you on this trip, baby. I want those silly laughs to ring in my ears, and those smiles to take your lips.
I think I could say something sweet, and terribly fantastic about Ian, but he knows it all already:
World, I love Ian Anderson.