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26th February 2007 | 02:13 am
mood: hopeful
music: Boys Like Girls: Hero/Heroine

Hi.

There's never enough time anymore. Never enough time for work, for living, for other people. If you want that time, you need to make time for it. You know what I mean? So right now, I'm making time. Time to get to know you. How long have I known you? Not long at all? Well, now's a great time to start. A good enough amount of time to say that you're my friend? Then, it should only be natural that I should know your favorite color, or what your first pet's name was, or is, or what you want to be when you grow up, or what you're most afraid of. But do I? Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

But I want to. Really. I mean, don't get weirded out or anything, I'm not a stalker, I just want to be your friend. You know? Tell me about your family, about your best friend. Tell me about that crazy cousin you have, or one [or two] time[s] you almost burned down your house. Anything about you, everything about you. Tell me as much as you want to tell me or as little as you want, either way, I'm interested.

Tell me your aspirations, your major, your ultimate dream job.

Tell me what you would do if you met the love of your life.

Tell me something you regret, something you should regret but don't, something you're proud of.

Tell me what you're looking forward to, what you miss.

Tell me what you would do if you knew you could not fail.

I would love to get to know you, I would love to grow to love you. And maybe you'll be interested in learning about me too. But either way, I'll start. The next time we're here, tomorrow probably, I'll show you a day in my life. And if you want to, maybe you can show me one of yours.

Sincerely,
Christine

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19th March 2004 | 03:31 pm
mood: amused

Stitch is Love

Stitch is Love.



Hahahahahaha. I win. XD

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friends, friends, friends

27th December 2003 | 12:00 am

From the streets of Barcelona - http://www.woostercollective.com/2007/07/seen_on_the_streets_of_barcelona_1.html

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.


And we are so fragile and our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.


Friends Only - Comment to be added =]

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