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Color Coordinating


lissen: tea and cigarettes
feel: tasty

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It's a strange action to see someone you just dreamed about. You kind of blush, or hide, or avoid eye contact... like it's going to show. When I do it, I get a discomfort from the bottom half of my breasts to where my pubic hair should start. It's a very exposed feeling, like that person is eyeing you, touching you, making you feel dirty and sick to your stomach.

On the upside, it's very comforting to know that someone you were sure didn't like you because of actions you'd made the night before, has no recollection of it and doesn't hate you after all. Does that make sense? A sentence taking too long to explain something so simple really fucks me up sometimes.

I heard from Erik today. Life's kicking him in the balls, the way it kicks me in the balls, but I don't think I had it as bad all at once the way he's got it, sad to say. But it was nice to read his email. Nobody writes the way he does and he is a great inspiration to me.

Movies were watched this weekend. Ginger Snaps 2 was very fun. Boondock Saints, oh my god, was technically watched last weekend. I never saw it before. I loved it. Especially the cat part. More films were watched. Older ones that I hadn't seen at all or in a long time. Orange County, Cutthroat Island... all good all good.

Well... Mum has once again, dictated the internet.