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I feel that I severed ties with many people due to harboring hostility in my life in the somewhat recent past. I don't regret it because it has defenitely helped me move forward emotionally, I know that anger and truth was something that I had to embrace at some point and I did. But the path is much longer than this, right now I really like where I am. Taking responsibility for my life. There is only so much you can leave up to the moment until you find yourself more moments than not unhappy. And living life with dreams unfulfilled that you know can accomplish is a cowards life and I'd never want to live with that on my conscience. There is too much to catch up on so I'll just skip it I could go on for pages. I've been reading a lot of Oscar Wilde aloud with friends lately and squirmed my way out of my fashion rut. I'm living with my parents again and they have a huge screen TV. My new favorite sandwhich meat is tuna fish (with mayo and cheese on toasted white bread). My hair is more acceptably long now, (no longer awkward). I still really need a job, it's not as easy to acquire as it once seemed. I want to look into some new vitamins but I'm not sure where to start, who knows which are good (extracts and specialty vitamins, not multi)?
This is what I've been up to
Unicorn Parties at the Estrogen Palace
and Somersaulting.
And a whole lot more. I'm getting my diploma and I think if I work hard enough I can finish it by the end of the summer and go move in with my aunt in NYC to go to the Aveda Beauty School(She lives in a mansion!!!). If not by the fall, defenitely next winter. I hate soundmakers, they're almost as bad as silence. I still laugh more than anything and yesterday I purchased a huge sweater that had three lawn chairs sitting on the beach and the rest of it is bright yellow.
That is my mental environments right now, on that sweater.
I love most of you almost as much as my Invigorating Peppermint&Plum foot lotion,
Vibeke
P.S. Now contemplating the moral implifications of masturbating with a sleeping infant mere feet away..maybe I'm just too delicate. I think I know many that would stand undeterred, why does sex feel so much less dirty?? Who wouldn't like to get stuffed like a turkey!? In other news I miss Gwen so much, I don't know if she's reading this but hello Gwen. I miss you SO much. Time to shop..when is it not?
This is what I've been up to
Unicorn Parties at the Estrogen Palace
and Somersaulting.
And a whole lot more. I'm getting my diploma and I think if I work hard enough I can finish it by the end of the summer and go move in with my aunt in NYC to go to the Aveda Beauty School(She lives in a mansion!!!). If not by the fall, defenitely next winter. I hate soundmakers, they're almost as bad as silence. I still laugh more than anything and yesterday I purchased a huge sweater that had three lawn chairs sitting on the beach and the rest of it is bright yellow.
That is my mental environments right now, on that sweater.
I love most of you almost as much as my Invigorating Peppermint&Plum foot lotion,
Vibeke
P.S. Now contemplating the moral implifications of masturbating with a sleeping infant mere feet away..maybe I'm just too delicate. I think I know many that would stand undeterred, why does sex feel so much less dirty?? Who wouldn't like to get stuffed like a turkey!? In other news I miss Gwen so much, I don't know if she's reading this but hello Gwen. I miss you SO much. Time to shop..when is it not?