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Date: Sep 22nd, 2006 1:30:33 am - Subscribe
Mood: inane
There are times when I am happy, there are times when I am not.
This week is one of the not-happy times.
I must even admit I don't know why I'm feeling this. Maybe it's near the time that my strawberry jam is coming again, and I'm going to need emergency sandwiches again.
Last night, I have made up my mind to go into hiding. I'll miss them, but in a way, it'll be good for me.
I miss him. But it doesn't matter. I don't matter to him, but again, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Like a person who used to mean a lot to me doesn't anymore, except when I'm feeling a bit frisky, and there's the mood I've described in Entry Number Two...the Saturday noon bus ride. Just because he was good looking.
But the other guy (the nice one) isn't, and I know it too well. And it doesn't stop me from missing him because he's a very good person.
I need excitement. All kinds. Physical, mental, emotional, anything!
Try spanking me. That's exciting enough.
Oh yes, that is kinky. But I'm not feeling frisky, mind!
"What would you give for excitement?" I asked him.
"Twenty-five pence and a half packet of Malboros," he promptly replies.
I don't like a guy who smokes. But he's an exception.
Please give me a plane ticket and I'll gladly fly to Glasgow.
I am happy again because right now, he's online.
My best friend Lily says I've got a chronic case of Anglophilism, but it's not true. I like him a lot because he's witty, and he's charming, and to use an extinct word, ERUDITE. He used that on me, so I'm handing the favour over to him.
Other boy is online, but I'd rather not talk to him, giving me horrid mental images of how he's having torrid sex with his girlfriend. Eeeeuw.
Not kinky.
I'm not saying Boy Number One isn't nice. Maybe his looks have gotten way too pornstar for me.
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