January 5th, 2003

NewYorkNewYork

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Thanks to Dave last night I actually managed to sleep. Had I not called and babbled and done some venting I never would have.
See, sometimes first impulses are *good*.

I'm looking online for a pair of shoes that I saw the other day, but they didn't have in my size. These shoes aren't 'me' at all. But something about them screams that I must own them.
Yep, I've become enough of a girl that I'm shoe shopping.
The thing is... I'm thinking that the ones I saw were a discontinued line. Becuase I can't find them anywhere. And I *could* have worn one of the sizes they had... but it would have been almost a full size too big.
I'm babbling about shoes.

Today i'm doing not much of anything. I'll probably bleach and dye and mangle my hair. I'll do laundry.
I'm still reading this putrid R.L. Stine book because of the trainwreck factor. Or because I'm a glutton for punishment in all its many forms.

I'm thinking I also need to set up a netnanny sort of thing to keep me from looking at certain things online. I'll always run and look at the thing that's going to tweak me out the most.
On a semi-related note... I wonder what the heck ever happened to Chad.
NewYorkNewYork

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I'm not so much biting my tongue as I am being careful about *why* I'm saying things.
This is a new step for me and one that I've been in dire need of taking since Tom used to sit in my bed at night and gently explain exactly why it was that I hadn't moved in a week.
Oh there is still plenty of ranting to be done. And there will be plenty of ranting done. But about intangibles, not people in specific. Becuase I've found that, first of all, when I'm ranting about a person, I'm usually hurting someone in the process. Wether it's the person or the people who care about that person.
And most people won't tell me honestly that it hurts them and to just shut the fuck up. That just leads to a lot of problems that I don't feel like dealing with.

Oyster-girl am I.
I'll be holding on to the anger until I can spit it out as pearls.
Becuase the truth is, I'm a really good person and I'm tired of being made to feel otherwise by those who misunderstand my intentions or twist my meanings to suit their wills.

Sister Mary Oyster Girl.
Who's habit includes slutty stripper boots.
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