& the blissful tones bounce off the wall & fall to the ground.

I love you guys. I really do.
09.13.2004 | 6:12 pm

I did something really jacked up that I haven't done in a really long time a few days ago. I'm a bad person, for the 30 kabillionth time.

James tickles my fancy. I've been spending a pretty good amount of time with him. We're made for each other, I do believe. He created a visual image of the type of guy that I look for. Explain.

Shaggyesque hair - represents someone who is carefree & doesn't care what others think, which apparently is a necessity if you're with me
A small amount of facial hair - Because too much would make me feel overpowered & too little would make me feel too masculine
T-shirt that represents the person - I like straightforwardness. I like being able to look at someone & make a connection.
Shoes=Not Converse or Vans - I like individuality. I don't appreciate someone thinking they're different when they have on the same shoes as everyone else in the room.

And now, I add my own.

No watch - I don't like the essence of time. It shows responsibility & I loathe responsibility.
Socks - Because socks are a true expression of someone's soul. If they're boring & white, the person is boring if they're colorful then the person is colorful. I judge massively on socks, because I know most of the time, people won't be seeing socks.
Guitar - Because I uber dig musicians. What can I say? Music soothes the savage beast.
Fingernails - Not long, not grotesquely short. A comfortable length. I think it's cute when they're gnawed.
Jewelry & piercings - Not a fan of men with rings. Necklaces are adorable. Anything else makes him homosexual. Piercings only in the eyebrow, lip, or nipples.

Sigh. I told mom about James' "problems." She said Alliance sounded like a good place for me. My mom's mean, but she's probably right. Argh!

Sarah Beth & John broke up. Crumbling world. I feel her heartbreak. I knew something bad was happening I could feel it. I hurt for her. I really do. Because I know exactly what she's going through. My poor, baby girl.

I feel really jacked up & never realized how fucked up everything was until right this very second. And 94% of it's my fault. The rest is society's. No kidding.

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