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( Written as an intro to a book, tell me what you think. )

I feel unpretty...

Society seems intent on trying to convince me that going to a bar, and getting a social disease, is a good plan... Damn me for having standards...

When your world comes falling down,
I'll still be standing here,
offering my hand,
waiting,
like always...

It occurs to me that most of the people who look in on this little journal are really not much a part of my life any more. Mostly, that's due to time or distance... it's a little sad, but such is life...

Animal Testing:
a) Pass me the puppy, we have to test this bleach.
b) The regulations we have now are fine.
c) All testers deserve to be abused. Free the monkey!

It is often nice, every now and then, to get a reminder that I really don't want a "normal" girl. I've got standards. Thank god...

I miss you.

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