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:: Sunday, December 30, 2001 ::
::sighs softly::
Okay, I am way more upset about everything than I should be. Some little feeling in me is completely flipping out.
I guess it was because this time last year I was toasting the future with the ass...and I still remember his speech to me. I don't want to remember his speech to me. I want to get lost in my date's eyes, and kiss him at midnight. I thought about it long and hard, and it isn't just someone I I want to be with. I've done the frantic-dating-to-forget thing and it's over with it. Now I just want a shot with a nice guy.
I guess I'm just a real sucker for romantic stuff. Wouldn't a first date on New Year's be romantic?
Maybe I am psychotic, after all. Or just lonely.
:: Fox 12/30/2001 09:20:00 PM [Say what?] ::
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