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[goytoy]

I wish that incuidicetutto's journal was in some kind of new sensurround, so that I could actually taste her sauce, (or would that be gravy?) feel soft leather curving around the sole of my foot, hear a ribbon of Italian. When I was little I would sometimes dress up and pretend to be glamorous and brave, witty and knowing. I realize now that I was pretending to

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[lexophile]

I think I need you to write a book.

[goytoy]

Oh, I don't even have the patience to write a short story. But thanks! I really enjoy this stuff because it is so different from what I do most of the day, which is to play with numbers.

My secret hope is that some of my friends will read these and add some of my other friends, and everyone will be the better for it.

Shall I do you?

[lexophile]

yes please

[virginiadare]

I love how you write! Hook me up! If you can! I know it's hard when you don't know me in real life!

[goytoy]

Thanks! As I was telling je_reviens I only promise to give my impressions about the person, which may or may not be entirely accurate. So I would be happy to do you. I'm not doing any more today, though - I need to get more work done.

[incuidicetutto]

given my current mental condition today, this made me:

1. cry at how miserable i am

2. then remember who i am, and that i am awesome, and that i will get through this

3. thereby romanticize my horrid time here and now i am choosing to see myself as a princess in a tower, and i'll just glide thorugh the rest of this living that image instead, and perhaps i will grow my hair long and fling it out the window and escape back to the arms of my crazy, flawed, perfect prince.

you made my day. you made me remember who i really am.

[goytoy]

I'm so glad. You are an astonishing woman and I feel lucky to know you.