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Freudian Slip
| Main blog: | Freudian Slip | | Age: | 27 | | Birthday: | March 4th 1979 | | Gender: | Female | | Lineage: | Mediterranean |
| Likes: | Almond Oil,
Falling asleep on a bed full of clothes fresh out of the dryer.
I dig Canasta.
Jeff Corwin -
My Hoodie and occasional hazlenut Lattes. |
| Astrological Sign: | Pisces ( Feb 19 - Mar 20 ) |
| Height: | 5' 11" (180 cm) | | Eyes: | Hazel Blue | | Vision: | Contact lenses | | Hair Color: | Dark Brown | | Complexion: | Olive |
Reality
Mr. Clean and I ended up spending a lot of time together after that night and I enjoyed hanging out with him. He was an abstract personality who made me laugh; Quirky, but brilliant. He shared with me his feelings about everything from his pretty-but-generally-stupid neighbor who had knocked on his door the morning I ran from his house, to his interest in part-time jobs he wanted to pursue like private investigation and bail-bonding, or odd inventions he insisted on trying to create - Like the stun-gun-glove he designed and eventually ended up electrocuting himself with until the batteries...
Zenith
After all these years, I am still involved in the process of self-discovery.
It's better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe. - Sophia Loren
He was laying in the bed, watching me; There was no sense in being shy. Taking off my clothes, I let them drop to the floor, revealing the satin material against my skin. Self conscious, I forcibly ignored the dread which battered the walls of my stomach, and as I laid next to him, felt his hands touch my skin, it occured to me that this was very much a mistake - Yet somehow I was consumed by a strange fascination that only...
Resume
Sigh. I really want to pick this blog back up.
But somehow.. everytime I find the time to type..
Its almost impossible, because there just isnt enough silence
to get back in the swing of things.
So i left this entry.. hoping it would let me start somewhere.....
Because anywhere is rarely the same as nowhere...
isnt it?
Saturation
It's been months since I've wrote here...
Consumed with life or maybe by it
I must say I missed this...
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