puppies

don't forget , there is a diaryland song. although not official. and granted it's about me and diaryland not you and diaryland. but i'm sure a lot of us started this diaryland thing for some sort of similar cathartic moving-past-pain reason.

so i'm officially signed up for "give hockey a try day"

hoho!

i'm gonna bash with the best of them.

sometimes i turn into the superhero Organizer Girl, but Organizer Girl is kind of crabby. so i try not to turn into her if i can help it.

that's such a lie.

i have so often been a pursuer, in subtle ways. i don't think i am into that anymore. next time a boy likes me, he better just grab me and kiss me. (provided he seems to get the sense i'd welcome that.. oh. right. is this why people have so much trouble figuring shit out?)

sex. i have a slumbering drive. it's kind of weird. i know its there. and i prove it with some alone time wtih my vibrator! but it still seems to slumber until suddenly a mouth meets a mouth and then it's like a dragon goes "aroo? wha? HEY! COOL! FIRE TIME"

but horny? maybe i'm waiting for spring. i remember last april when i was accosted by crazy spring fever.

i love brazilian music. right now i'm listening to Cesaria Evora. except she's Cape Verdean.

i need to buy a bike. a cheap one. but good

last night i dreamed about puppies, how lucky am i?

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