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Humph. So everybody has a boyfriend or a boytoy. I feel like I've put myself out on the line. Vulerability makes me ill. I need my defenses. I need my walls because I can feel impending doooooooom. I can just read it. I just know. Oh well, I'll try to handle it without massive ammounts of blood. Tis better to be cold and numb then open and bleeding. Not really looking forward to the summer. I'm just working and waiting, or at least that is the way it is looking to me now. I tried to get some xanex or valium perscribed to me...no dice. Apparently the stuff is addictive. Whoda thunk. Mom's home. I don't feel like ripping my eyes out just yet, maybe we will be able to coexist peacefully for once in my life. Mother? What mother? I wish I was a more interesting person. I suppose interesting is all in the eye of the beholder....or some such nonsesne.