This remains an uncomfortable space in which to write. I feel like my elbows will poke people, like my words won't ring. Ignoring that, I'm going to write in an attempt to take back space. I will allow myself to be personal again, and I'll remember that anyone who doesn't wish to read only needs to stop going out of their way to be here
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*hug*
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Will you eat some chickweed for me, even if he won't?
Ranier is my favourite! I'll come help you eat them when they start producing in a big way.
Are you going to the seedy saturday at VanDusen? I really do hope to see you there.
What are you starting? I keep putting things off outdoors because I don't know where I am.
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I know what youy mean about garden expenses, though it seems I've shifted over to rats. I'd love a list of your seeds! We should see abotu splitting packets of things we get there, too.
I missed that mention, but I'd be happy to help you out. You're thinking weekend-daytime, is that right?
I think so, yes.
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I will practice being a friend rather than a sex goddess. I won't latch in to exchanging that sort of energy with someone if it's not my intention, regardless of how innocent on paper the situation may be. Harder yet, I will try to be up-front about my interest level when it's low.
I will dance more. I will get a skipping rope, and a bed frame to which ropes can be attached.
Thank you for these reminders.
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