just stumbled upon your blog, can totally relate! :-)
]]>P.S. When I still lived with my room mate, I used to talk to her cat all the time. He was never very amused. But when I would cry over a boy for some reason, kitty always made himself available to me. He just knew. And I came to the conclusion that cats are way better than boys, anyway.
And I always take self-portraits right before I go out. They give me confidence that I am, in fact, beautiful and that I can, most definitely, attract someone this way. And if I don’t, at least I have the pictures to remind myself of my potential. Someday, it will work.
]]>I have literally PLANNED acceptance speeches in the event that I move to Hollywood, make it big, and end up in a situation where I may need one.
I need a sex life in the worst way. :)
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