Thursday, September 26, 2002
I like the smell of my skin when I wake up. I like the way flowers look from underneath. I love [love love love] inspiring conversations. I love dreaming up the perfect boy who I am confident exists out there, somewhere. I love pretending to know him, having silly flirtatious conversations with plenty of innuendo as to our feelings for each other. We'd laugh and talk and talk and smile and blush. Oh my goodness, I do think that would be lovely. No, I think it will be lovely. Yes, that seems about right.
Sunday, September 22, 2002
I referred to the ocean as a she today, without realizing it.
