April 16th, 2005


it was warm and there were birds.

I'm feeling the need to blurt myself at the world, which I'm going to do despite the latest potential privacy issue. This is really my gesture toward sociability for the day. I need at least a virtual illusion of personal conversation with other people.

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I think I've said all I needed to say. Maybe I'll feel slightly less restless now. But hmm, I didn't Share with the Group yet how I ate three Godiva chocolates and had a bikini wax today. There. Now I have. Oh, and I didn't mention how I've been thinking about Vaughn/Jack for two straight days. It's a weird, weird fantasy. It's one of those imaginary slash pairings that pushes the envelope of plausibility--the kind that probably gives slashers a bad name to some people.