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You know those days when you’re all dressed up, just for yourself, but you wish it were for someone else? And not even for Someone In Particular, but for anyone? The sad thing is that I will see many someones later today, but I will have stepped out of my sweater and skirt, headscarf and clogs: will have stepped  into more practical wear for ( Read more... )

I'm sad. Again.

It's raining.

It's grey.

You know that achy, thudding, home-alone-sick feeling?

Yeah.

There may not be anything dirty about menstrual blood, but there ain't a hell of a lot that's clean.

A full quarter of my life's unhappiness stems from reading the wrong books at the wrong time.

I am waiting to fall in love with a beautiful and compassionate woman.
*sigh*
Who perhaps, might also fall in love with me.

I am exquisitely beautiful.

In my dream, we were friends ( Read more... )

So, I'm waiting for that strapping young man to come climbing up through my window, and to screw me to oblivion.

That IS how the fairy tale goes.

Right?