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Mar 12, 2006 23:04

confessions:

I love to floss.
dentist visits offer me a natural high.
strawberry new york cheesecake ice cream is to die for.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
I love wearing boots.
The snow is presently stunning.
I wish the damn meteorologists would get it right...just this once...
I love Google images.
I love poetry.
I want to be a freelance writer.
It's kind of the ( Read more... )

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actreo9 March 13 2006, 06:04:43 UTC
Good eve' Bailey. I read surely every entry you let loose, and I wanted to apologize; I know I willed earlier in the season to talk with you more when I had the chances, and those moments have come and passed for a long while- if I let you down I'm sorry. As a writer I feel I know what brings the pen tip forth and as a poet, I can, within reason, identify inspiration. I'm not sure what I mean to say, but I feel like too much has gone unsaid than is true to living; there are mornings where I feel my back is too far turned to you and it puts me at unease. I believe your comprehension to be in its prime and thus you maybe understand what I'm saying more than I do; I really just wanted to tell you I'm not ignorant, but rather human. Do keep well.

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xx1nfam0usxx March 14 2006, 04:32:49 UTC
we're a lot alike

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