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some boy . . .
...written on 2003-01-14, @ 3:43 p.m.
(AHAHAAHHAAH!?!? Lookie!?!? I've got my old layout back!?!?AAAAAAHHH?!?!!? I'm ecstatic?! My webmaster rocks my socks off!?!? WHOO HAAA!?)
But yeah . . . . . so there's this kind of - thing - i've been thinking about . . . . .
Ugh. Why does this go against all logic - and yet I'm entertaining the thought? This is bad. Like MAY DAY! MAY DAY!?!? Bad.
*make squishy face*
Mmm, too many cute boys in my life. Too many misleading preconcieved notions?? I don't know. Blah. I'm just trying to keep that wall up . . . . . its kind of scary, I think? And yet . . . . it's just a strange feeling. I'm not sure where this is going, but I think i'll just play along.
No harm in flirting right?
Of course not!? It's just harmless flirting. (If I tell myself often enough, do you think I'll believe it?)
Mebbie not.
Why oh why
do boys make me *sigh*
they make my stomach flip-flop,
and although I try - i just can't stop.
Flirtations, expectataions - sexual relations?
I'm just trying to get by,
one by one -
an hour at a time.
mmmm, dear god help me - why do I keep doing this to myself?