I Love Boobies and Vaginas.
All the things I’ve written before
Write them again
Add sparkles and glitter
Mix things up
Copying is original
Originals are fake
Dash of salt on an open diary
Invisible gashes hidden behind a marble fortress
Unbottle messages, let me return the favor
Draw the curtains on my life
Blinding spotlight
As always, do what’s expected
Predictable unpredictableness
Let’s do it again
For the first time
Seems like I’ve read this before.
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I wonder if people will realize the title has nothing to do with the meaning of the poem?
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Well, you do really have quite a good point. Boobies and Vaginas are often topics of your diary entries. I think maybe tomorrow I’ll write about the Britney Spears concert I went to. And shock the hell out of everybody.
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I think I messed up my font during the move. Everything looks funny.
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I’ve seen it, yes. The first or second night we IMed. I think I used Tahoma for the title and ver.. … something for the body.
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And you do realize we’re IMing back and forth while noting back and forth? So I feel obligated to tell your notes goodnight, too. Goodnight. 🙂
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This seems really private.
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Between the hairy boppin’ man-ass, the boobies, and the quixotic merging of you and Kelly, I’m about ready to give up trying to understand Generation Y. See you at the Bingo tables.
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you’re back! ohhhh timmy you’re back. timmy isn’t kelly and kelly isnt timmy anymore! thank you! what was it like being kelly? Did you enjoy having a vagina? i know i certainly do.
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Be careful with that vagina. They don’t grow on trees, ya know.
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everything’s been said, blah blah blah. i think your exchange above is adorable, also. yeah, about reclusiveness… we should be able to feel comfortable in our skin, yes… but what about all the rubbing we do out there… i think i’d rather feel comfortable without my skin. or not. i don’t know.
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ryn: i’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have a penis. i think that would be kickass. Ofcourse, i would want my penis with a foreskin, extra pleasure and all that. But penii just seem so much easier than vagis. In terms of getting off, anyway. mmm. getting off.
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RYN: Did you have to go to a studio for the pictures, or did the school do it on-campus?
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RYN: You don’t call your high school the “high school campus”? Was your high school a lot of buildings sprawled out, or a few multi-story buildings? Because I know that the high schools that have multiple stories and few buildings are rarely called “campuses” but the high schools like mine, where no building is over one story and it’s spread out a lot, are generally called “campuses.”
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RYN: I saw that one, it had a target on it right? I think high schools with only one building are the weird ones. My high school is spread out over a huge, huge expanse of space, and it takes forever to get from one end to another. (We have 10 minute passing periods for that reason) I’ve never actually been in a school with buildings more than one story tall…hehe.
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RYN: GO PEE. We have 1700 kids I think. And we’re building a new high school. I won’t get to go to that one. *pouts* Our high school has a Performing Arts Center where all these plays are put on. It’s nice.
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RYN: I try to reply to notes when I notice them, otherwise I forget *sigh* “..What? Everybody just shows up at this particular room at this particular time?” Well, how else do you do it?
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Timmy,I miss your old Diary colors,but I do like the new name. And ZWs note cracks me up the way he thinks he is so old n shit. *Hugs* Monica
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RYN- Lol.. Thanks for the welcome back!
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RYN: Have I? When then you can be assured you’ll make a sensitive, caring, wonderful husband to someone one day. ~:) Babs
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When we were in Breckenridge today, a little Yorkshire Terrior came running up to the patio where we were sitting and his owner yelled “Timmy, Timmy, come here!” We thought of you…….how strange is that.
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RYN: Oh, just noticed another note you left me that I skipped over somehow. I remember the crosshairs picture as being in that several-entries-long biography you posted. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s where I saw it. I’ve only known of your existance for…three months? Four? Not a lot. 🙂
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My goal? I gave you credit. I am not responsible for all of your name changes.
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