lobsterchick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cry, Cry Baby So now my Word is bold (that wasn't bold, it just looks bold to you because you, like me, are a moron). Like that guy on Electric Company who used to be old, but just add that b and now he's bold. Except my Word is both bold and old. I got The Body Project out of the library tonight which maybe wasn't the best idea, because my boobs are about to pop, resulting in premesntrual confetti strewn about the land, and my vagina is thisclose to bleeding a river of fertility, and as a result, I have cried today about the following:
That's right, sports fans, I got misty at a topic people struggle with during painful small talk. And now I'm supposed to read about American girls and the ever-widening chasm between their emotional growth and their physical maturation? We'll see how that works out. In a related note, I might start referring to my vagina as my "chasm." What's that you say about emotional maturity? 10:24 PM - 26 July 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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