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I'm always waiting for the right moments. As if they're around the corner, waiting for me. This isn't fiction. You can't skip time to have the right moments. You can't skip boring unnecessary drives because you need to get there somehow. You can't skip eating, because you wouldn't be fulfilled by the right moment if you were hungry. I sound really emotional right now and it's probably just menopause creeping up on me. I'm not twenty anymore, not young, not soft, not untamed. I'm tamed now and come with responsibility. Mmm, resonsibility. Modern reality. I'd like to fuck all with it someday. This isn't a simple song. Run away.
You'd think that after being with someone for five or years or so, it's kind of required to marry that person. Sure, you love them. You love them unconditionally and would travel across bodies of water to be with him. I'm a hopeless romantic. I expect flowers and serenades and poems, sometimes all at once. I expect him to watch Sound of Music with me and enjoy it, damnit. So I did marry him and even had more than one ceremony. One in California, one in London. I wore hot pink in my dress. Someone British and polite. There are times when I still say "This is too much; I want out," but it's really just the stress saying that. And you marry them and watch them sleep in the morning, because you wake up before them. They have a glow like nothing else in the world. You're supposed to take it one step at a time right? One day.
Today I had half of a cheesecake, a slushie, a big mac and now potpie. I bite down on the cherries as if I'm popping a bubble. Later I plan on having KFC. That all sounds disgusting if you put it together. I'm supposed to eat healthy foods, but just for the time being, I'm breaking all of my rules. I'm not pregnant or anything, I just love food. I'm not ready. Now I take back whatever I said in my last entry, everything, all of it. I hate children! I love the guys in my band and I love this. Just this in general.
Who's up for a conversation on AIM?
You'd think that after being with someone for five or years or so, it's kind of required to marry that person. Sure, you love them. You love them unconditionally and would travel across bodies of water to be with him. I'm a hopeless romantic. I expect flowers and serenades and poems, sometimes all at once. I expect him to watch Sound of Music with me and enjoy it, damnit. So I did marry him and even had more than one ceremony. One in California, one in London. I wore hot pink in my dress. Someone British and polite. There are times when I still say "This is too much; I want out," but it's really just the stress saying that. And you marry them and watch them sleep in the morning, because you wake up before them. They have a glow like nothing else in the world. You're supposed to take it one step at a time right? One day.
Today I had half of a cheesecake, a slushie, a big mac and now potpie. I bite down on the cherries as if I'm popping a bubble. Later I plan on having KFC. That all sounds disgusting if you put it together. I'm supposed to eat healthy foods, but just for the time being, I'm breaking all of my rules. I'm not pregnant or anything, I just love food. I'm not ready. Now I take back whatever I said in my last entry, everything, all of it. I hate children! I love the guys in my band and I love this. Just this in general.
Who's up for a conversation on AIM?