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(smiles) I am getting good at crushes. I am getting a handle on the light hearted playful aspect of, well, everything. And crushes... crushes are the fringe benefit of my growing out. There's a Leprechaun, and a couple of Aussies, and a Canadian, and a Barrista and a philosopher and my D*Land crush. And not a D*Land crush like the others... where I talk to them. One of those distant admiration things. And the Diarist is so out of my league that I am hesitant to make even the smallest real attempt because I'm not sure if it would provoke flattery. So the Diarist doesn't know. ...So I guess that makes me sort of a stalker, eh? And yet another reason why it's good that the Diarist doesn't know. I've been off this entire week. Not sleeping right. Not eating right. Unable to focus. And normally I would be frustrated with my disorientation, or mildly depressed. But I haven't been frustrated or mildly depressed in a long while. I've been sort of: good and happy and excited. And all about nothing in particular. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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