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Invisibledon
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Sammi1285
luv4you
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clueless1285
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Sammit1285
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kopa
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castleofsand
st0nered
delta88
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Falla
pickles47
Localaura
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montparnasse
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haircutgirl
chickie-legs
<- Tuesday, Sept. 13, 2005 | 11:54 p.m. ->





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I tend to fill my diary with vagaries. It's more comfortable that way.

Who knows who reads this?

She's moving out on October 1st. That's not vague.

Ginny and I are headed home this weekend to wish Ben a happy birthday and our family a fond farewell.

I wonder how many of the girls I grew up with still read this. I wonder how many people a day I see who I want to scream the truth at, and don't.

Mostly, I just wish I knew how many of the girls I grew up with still read this.

Sometimes I get these inexplicable longings for very specific physical sensations. Right now, I want to be curled up on the couch with my head in someone else's lap having my back absentmindedly rubbed. That is the exact sensation I crave - nothing more, nothing less. I think everyone is this idiosyncratic, I'm just more vocal about it.

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