Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What I Wrote Three Hours Ago. I am not the type of person to have self control. This is evident in my habits and choices. Today, I remembered my 10 year high school reunion is next year. And I got the invitation to my dad's wedding in the mail. I'm getting old. Still, with nothing to show for it. And, when I get this way, I tell myself my profession is Living. But, I'm not doing a good job of that either. I sweat. I do not "perspire". I don't have a dainty misting of sweat making my skin glow. I have rivulets behind my knees, between my breasts, under my thighs. I don't know what to say any more, that hasn't been said some where else with more grace. I am easily aroused. Voices, sounds, smells. Today, someone brushed a finger tip on the back of my neck. I could smell a man in my room, but I was alone. I had this whole brilliant idea, but I lost it between here and the bed. I imagine it's somewhere in the pile of shoes. And as I sat here, sucking on pieces of melon, I wondered if anyone missed me today. 8:53 p.m. - 2003-06-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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