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See! I told you it just WAS my birthday.
I like fleetwood mac. so much that I have to remember not to just write the lyrics as I'm listening to it---because that's not what I meant to write. Funnily enough, I don't know who I expect will read this, but that's what I do with my regular journal. This isn't much different.
Sophie is greatest. no...I don't think you understood me..my neice is the greatest thing I've ever seen-- and what am I doing here when she's there. She makes me think things I'm sure I never thought before. For example, "I seriously need to take up photography and buy this 400 dollar camera." That one never ceases to surprise me.
I feel everything more than is normal, said I. I think I could cry right now about any number of things. Not even bad things. Just the sort of crying that prevents me from blowing circuits when I feel something too much. ridiculous. any one of the following things: my neice is growing up and I want to see it. scott and chris love their kids very much. I love again. something smells like a wood burning stove. this makes me want to play my guitar. two years is nothing at all.
my heart is in at least three places--geographically. I didn't want that. nobody asked me, though.
I like fleetwood mac. so much that I have to remember not to just write the lyrics as I'm listening to it---because that's not what I meant to write. Funnily enough, I don't know who I expect will read this, but that's what I do with my regular journal. This isn't much different.
Sophie is greatest. no...I don't think you understood me..my neice is the greatest thing I've ever seen-- and what am I doing here when she's there. She makes me think things I'm sure I never thought before. For example, "I seriously need to take up photography and buy this 400 dollar camera." That one never ceases to surprise me.
I feel everything more than is normal, said I. I think I could cry right now about any number of things. Not even bad things. Just the sort of crying that prevents me from blowing circuits when I feel something too much. ridiculous. any one of the following things: my neice is growing up and I want to see it. scott and chris love their kids very much. I love again. something smells like a wood burning stove. this makes me want to play my guitar. two years is nothing at all.
my heart is in at least three places--geographically. I didn't want that. nobody asked me, though.