As usual, I've realized once again that Sam does, in fact, love me.

Stupid as my freak-out may have been, I got a really good song out of it...

My photos are up! Check 'em out, bitches:


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I came home early because I was supposed to help plant corn. I saw Naveen on the bus. Oh la la. But my mind's sort of taken up with another boy at the moment. Which is nice. Because Naveen is not really much of a possibility. Anyway, I saw Chris (druggie Chris) at the Chehalis bus stop and he was with some of his nutty/druggy friends. One of them ( Read more... )

Here I go: falling in love again. Platonic love can be just as biting as romantic love.
What I wish I could casually call a certain person:

• darling
• sweetheart
• love
• dear
• sweet thing

Me and my dad write a lot of emails back and forth because of our horse business. This is the first line of his latest email:

hey girl, babes, papa here. you're lovely,

If nothing else, I feel so loved in this family.

But I fear that to fall in love with you
Would be to fall from a great and gruesome height
Dar Williams "Iowa"
When I fall, I fall deeply in love. Platonic love or otherwise. Right now it's a platonic love. I think about hir a lot. I push out my bottem lip when he has to leave early, or when someone who talks a lot shows up to dominate the ( Read more... )