the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:33 p.m. + 2004-02-05 = i can only say "get in line" and/or "that makes two of us" so many times...
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the last 24 hours must've been official everyone-come-up-to-me-and-unpromptedly-tell-me-how-much-you-love-my-boyfriend day. the first words out of shelley's mouth at a wicked 5.59am this morning were, "so... i love your boyfriend." mum was the other big surprise... she weasled into my room last night to throw out life goal suggestions for the seeming-purgatory that is now, and then threw in a brian-rave, strangely enough echoing the sentiment of certain whisperings i made to the brightgleam-of-my-eye twixt passionate kisses.... but anyway, brian' doomed to re-visit and i'm doomed to be marquee-third-wheel since co-workers, mother and friends are already filling in his schedule and itenerary.
meanwhile, i'm trying to become his birthday present.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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