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Tuesday, January 20, 2004

Love Letter 

This is sweet.

I don't know about the other posts over there but that one sounds like someone in love.

Mmmmmmm 

I was lying on top of him, my back to him. We were both facing the ceiling. His hardness was inside me, his arms holding me tight. His hand brushed down over my stomach and between my legs to where he could rub my magic spot.

I woke up alone.

Just a dream.

25 days to go.

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

Cyber Love 

Bacchus has met his nymph.

It seems to be going well.

I meet The Boy in a month. I hope it goes as well for the two of us.

Monday, January 12, 2004

It Figures 

You go for months without a job and the week after you find one you get several calls from companies wanting to interview you.

Bastitches.

Sunday, January 11, 2004

Too early for Sunday morning 

Went out to the club and danced last night after I wrote on here. Very hot Guy was there. I've seen him before and we have danced and talked before.

I went home alone.

It was very difficult.

Can you cheat on someone you haven't even kissed? I've never kissed The Boy. Never held his hand.

But I was faithful.

Saturday, January 10, 2004

The Boy 

The Boy is wonderful. Smart, sexy, funny, works hard, dependable, knows how to use a telephone, etc. He's a couple years younger than I am--which is unlike me as I normally date older men--but not a problem.

The problem is The Boy lives a thousand miles away. Yes we are one of those fashionable internet couples who spend their time talking on the phone and IMing each other while we sleep alone and masturbate a lot.

I'd love to just hug him. Feeling his lips on mine would be icing on the cake.

Spend a Saturday night at a movie or on the couch with him. Instead of on the computer.

He can't leave his town so if one of us moves it will be me. WHEN one of us moves, it will be me.

I think he is too good to let him get away.

Friday, January 09, 2004

About Me 

This will be a small haven for my secret thoughts. Not so secret as it were. Yet separate from my public thoughts.

Who am I? A girl trying to find her way in the world. Someone who learned that no one is going to save me from myself. Someone who has been hurt. Someone who still believes in love. Someone who dreams of being rescued but knows how to take care of herself.

There is a boy. We'll get to him later.
The Beginning

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