8.28.2003
 
A confession.

For the past couple of nights I've been having oddly enjoyable dreams. The only problem is that I never seem to remember exactly what the dream was about.

All I know is that I wake up and remember the feeling of soft lips on mine...

Shit. I hate this. I start to be honest, but now I have an overwhelming urge to... shut up? Because I know that I'm being annoying and only people I know in real life and/or those who are bored will be reading what I type here.

I miss last year's no-more-boys policy. Now I'm more likely to find myself singing "I Can't Say No" than "Take Me or Leave Me."

No one should let me wallow in my self pity. Ever.

I need someone to distract me. Or something.

Time to put on some Junior Senior and move it till the adrenaline kicks in.

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