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Saturday, November 06, 2004

I got home tonight and there's this dress on my bed, I promised myself I'd never wear another velour dress but its right there, black with a slit up the leg that flirts with indecent. It was mom's, she bought it years ago, the price tag's still on it.

"he makes love with nods and knees across the table" ~18th C poem

he wore a green shirt and we're at the point where we actually watch an entire movie. he scared me to death, and I'll be paranoid tomorrow, but I came home perfectly respectable.



Happy Anniversary Birk! I'm a sucker for special occasions; make it a good one.




ash @ 10:30 PM