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[04 Nov 2026|02:13am] |
Ride the wind never coming back until I touch the midnight sun.
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[04 Nov 2021|02:09am] |
OOC Contact/Storyline Request
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[30 Mar 2012|02:26am] |
Guess where I want to go?
A hint:
Who wants to go with me?
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[09 Feb 2012|01:22am] |
My ex-husband brings up insecurities, and mine immediately go into overdrive. This is why it SUCKS to be best friends with your ex... seriously. We have so many things tied into each other as it is, and now he talks about some minor tightness of his jeans and my brain goes "Oh really... well let me go over all of YOUR flaws, Veronica," and I spend at least a day melting down about the way my breasts no longer fill the cups of my bra just so, or how my stomach has stretch marks that will never go away (I had TRIPLETS. I EARNED those stretchmarks!), or how the line of my hips has changed over the last five years, just enough for ME to notice.
Men, listen up, and listen carefully: You look BETTER as you get older, as long as you don't let yourself go completely. A touch of grey hair, a little loosening of the line of your abs, those amazing lines you start to get in your face that just barely crease you skin... It makes you look distinguished and god-damn sexy. So take a breath. Especially YOU, Daniel Baillie. Dios mio. If any man doesn't have to worry, at all, ever, about how he looks? It's you. Don't make me kick your ass.
As for me, I'm going to go have a glass of wine, light some candles, and look at myself in the most flattering light possible. Then I'm going on a diet. :P
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[27 Jan 2012|01:21am] |
I went out last Saturday and bought myself a few new things. I won't tell you how much I spent because surely someone will tell me how I'm a spoiled, rich bitch. Maybe I am spoiled, though I honestly only go out shopping like this a couple of times a year. And I actually did need a few things. Two pairs of shoes, new slacks for court, a new black dress... Of course, I bought far more than that, but that is far beyond the point.
I wound up buying two pairs of Louboutins... this is becoming a real issue. As of now I have twelve pairs. Twelve. That is completely insane, and I know it. Trust me, no one has to point out my insanity right now. I love them, but they are worth as much as some (used) cars! Someone save me from myself! Honestly, if I had to save things from a fire in my home, I'd go for the Louboutins first. Note I said THINGS. If there were people in the house with me, they would obviously be far more important than shoes.
In other news, I'm in a mood. Please feel free to read that word anyway you like. But it's definitely a mood. Italicized and everything. Haha
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[06 Dec 2011|06:22am] |
I can't believe Christmas is almost here. The wheel of the year turns so fast that it's almost impossible to believe sometimes, and it seems January has only just ended when suddenly it's the end of the year. A year seems like forever when you're young, but as you get older it seems to narrow down to a tiny blip. I guess it makes sense when a year is a fifth of your life, or a tenth of your life, that it seems so damn long. When it's one forty-sixth of a whole, it's not such a big time frame anymore. Dios Mio, I'm almost fifty. That's just ridiculous to me. I don't feel that old. I'm not sure I'll ever feel that old, in fact.
I like winter time. I like the act of curling up with someone under a blanket tossed over the couch. I like fires crackling and the way the wind blows at the windows like it's trying to get in. It's a "romantic" time of year. Mind you, this isn't my FAVORITE time of the year. I just like it enough that I'm not miserable as hell all season long. Which is probably a good thing for everyone in my little world. Or maybe the entire world. I can be a horror when I'm unhappy.
I really should be working right now, but I decided I'm not going in until noon today. I think I need to do this more often, actually. For now, I'm going to take a nap, because it's something I hardly ever get to do, and I enjoy naps, dammit. Another of those winter things. Naps in the cold are frankly amazing. So I'm off to have one.
Anyone want a cuddle?
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