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Friday, August 24, 2007
Isn't it funny how everytime I harden up a little, something nice comes my way and I melt yet again into a mushy puddle? This has got to stop. Why am I such an emotional mess? It's ridiculous, Daphne should be scoffing at this. This constant inextinguishable spark of optimism; I've almost become a pollyanna myself. Always looking into everything for something more. I should be ashamed. It's late darling; to bed, to bed. Fie, hell is murky. Ain't that true.
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