Until last night, I had never picked up a beach towel sopping wet with blood before. It's interesting how the mind works when confronted with really uncomfortable subjects, like suicide.

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I went to yoga with the seduction, who is no longer a seduction, tonight. I had started to feel like I could let him go, after the events of the weekend and such. So I felt very decent about maintaing a good friendship ( Read more... )

I made an affirmation today in my manager's car about not allowing events in my life to control me. I'm falling into old patterns of self-destructive behavior. With so much on my mind, why is my main concern with being sexually powerful ( Read more... )

I broke my middle right tow, the middle phalange. It hurts. *sniffle*

Go into your LJ archives.
Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
Find the 5th sentence (or closest to).
Post the text of the sentence in your lj along with these instructions.

April 20, 2003
(in reference to the Black Party)
"Like.... taking the time to pick designated drivers, only to have one of them get in a car accident anyway."

I am getting really sick and tired of wiping my ass with sub-standard toilet tissue!

...

Wow, what a metaphor.

The seduction is over. He's just comfortable with keeping it a friendship.

I had to keep a straight face after he told me, because I told him one way or another I wanted to stay close to him. It took a lot of effort. I feel disappointed, going to go be emotional in bed, now.

Had sex? yes ( Read more... )

I weigh 154. I haven't weighed this little since high school. I don't know what to do, my lungs are going to colapse and I'm going to die.

I need a reverse liposuction, promptly administer by Messieur Durden. (sp? on the messieur?)

Sean and I are hanging in Calgary. Second international trip together.

It's been bittersweet.