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I hate accidently breaking hearts :-(
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I hate accidently breaking hearts :-(
Harvard and the W.H.O just did a worldwide depression survay that shows that Americans are the most depressed or bipolar people of any Nation..
Any they didn't just survay the affluant western type nations.. I mean, sure we're more depressed than the happy folks in Itally or Sweden.. but we're also more depressed that the people of war-torn Lebanon, Mexico, or even completely poverty stricken...
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Any they didn't just survay the affluant western type nations.. I mean, sure we're more depressed than the happy folks in Itally or Sweden.. but we're also more depressed that the people of war-torn Lebanon, Mexico, or even completely poverty stricken...
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I spent the weekend in fresno for a couple friends of mines wedding...
it was awsome and amazing, though there is a bit of an odd feeling that comes from watching a wedding where a girl you used to date is one of the brides, and your the single one surrounded by coupled up people.
which leads into another story. I went running by the...
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it was awsome and amazing, though there is a bit of an odd feeling that comes from watching a wedding where a girl you used to date is one of the brides, and your the single one surrounded by coupled up people.
which leads into another story. I went running by the...
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To-day I'm going.. to my first lesbian batchlorette party. Weeee...
As the Rocky IV (best of all) soundtrack puts it..
some things are worth fighting for
some feelings never die
some things are worth fighting for
some feelings never die
Unforgotten - By Me
I remember her often,
Standing in profile,
In a closet doorway.
Clothed only in white-blue moonlight.
In the midst of some errand,
She paused for a moment,
with thoughtful eyes,
casual, like no one was watching.
She glistened with a sweaty glow.
Her breasts were full and heavy.
She kept her feet planted firmly,
But her hand reached out to some...
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I remember her often,
Standing in profile,
In a closet doorway.
Clothed only in white-blue moonlight.
In the midst of some errand,
She paused for a moment,
with thoughtful eyes,
casual, like no one was watching.
She glistened with a sweaty glow.
Her breasts were full and heavy.
She kept her feet planted firmly,
But her hand reached out to some...
Read More
Softball yesterday, sourness today.