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A Tale of Two Fairies
Consider this a work in progress. I'd love brutally honest feedback telling me what you think.
March 19, 2005 at 8:18 p.m.
--Boom, baby. XD
March 16, 2005 at 12:04 p.m.
Yaoi and tapioca. UnnnNNnnnnNNnnnNnNNnnnn...they rock my socks off. Fershizzle, yo.
pretty. pretty. pretty.
December 15, 2004 at 6:47 p.m.
I liiiiiiiiivvvveeee!!!!!!!
--Ha! Bet you didn't see that coming!
June 31, 2004 at 7:28 p.m.
Kisses are addictive.
May 29, 2004 at 9:16 p.m.
It's never too late to learn to dance.
May 16, 2004 at 7:49 a.m.
In dreams and delusions there is no truth.
Seeing through all the transparent illusions,
while questioning tangibility and sanity.
And when two souls collide,
it's just the shock needed
to jump start reality--and get on with our lives.
ŠErin M. 2004
May 6, 2004 at 5: 05 a.m.
"To live would be an awfully big adventure."
--Peter Pan (2003)
April 15, 2004 at 2: 05 a.m.
..um...yay for me?
February 20, 2003 at 3:50 a.m.
Before I fall asleep, I feel the need to put this utterly random and slightly risque thought somewhere. Several days ago, I was asked what my favorite part of the male anatomy is. The topic was changed before I could answer...so here's my answer. My favorite would have to be the hands. They're so graceful and they can be a perfect mixture of tender and gentle at the same time that they're strong and rough. Hands that you know will catch you every time you fall, that ever so softly brush your hair out of your eyes to tuck it behind your ear. Hands that seem to be made to hold yours. I really like eyes, too....they tell you so much at the same time they're hiding it. Lips are nice...they mix with the eyes to create the perfect smile.
January 15, 2003 at 11:58 p.m. (Ashland time...)
which member of nittle grasper are you? click here!
Yay!!! I'm Ryuichi!! Pika-pika!!!
December 23, 2003 at 9:16 a.m. (Alaska Time!!)
As much as I like Ashland, I don't feel that I quite fit there. I feel like I'm a polka dot in the middle of a striped shirt, it just doesn't match up. It's a lovely little town....but, I feel so much more comfortable here in Nome. It's freezing cold here and it's dark and snowy and I just feel like I fit. I've grown up with the winter like this my entire life, I suppose winter in other places is something that I'm going to have to adapt to in my life. This year was my first year away at college, and I suppose this year will be the most difficult because, although I knew that it would be different, I didn't realize how these differences would affect my mental state. I think a factor of my getting sick so frequently at college was that I felt strange ever since mid October, when it begins to snow in Nome. When December came around, I still felt like it was August. There being no snow made it feel like early fall rather than deep winter. I feel disorganized inside when I'm in Ashland, but in Nome, everything is where and how it's supposed to be....and I feel at peace. Maybe I'll always feel like this....as long as I can come back to Nome, I have no problem feeling like a scattered deck of cards. It's worth it when I come home and suddenly everything just clicks back into position. And, in my world at least, everything is alright.
December 15, 2003 at 3:54 p.m. (Alaska Time!!)
Today it is -5 degrees outside!!!! Way different from the 20 degrees and higher in Oregon. Anyway, the thing that made my day today was seeing my dad open the trunk of my sister's car with a blowtorch!!! I've never seen that done before, and it bloody worked!!! Warning: This trunk opening venture was performed by a trained professional (aka a fireman) and should not be attempted by anyone who hasn't had some form of construction/mechanic/fireman training.
December 7, 2003 at 12:13 p.m.
For centuries, the journals and diaries of people have been read and occasionally published into books that much of the world has fallen in love with. Has the day now come that written books are obsolete? Not yet, I hope, but how long will it be before the next best selling life story of someone is taken not from a sacred journal, but from their online blog? Perhaps one day the world will see a book that has been taken from my secret blog gracing the shelves or Barne's and Noble's. A life story of my own, of my ordeals and sufferings? Perhaps. And still, perhaps not. Secrets are secrets, and one does not choose to share most precious, dark secrets with the world so easily.
December 5, 2003 at 11:56 a.m.
Walking through the city at night, the air so crisp and sharp, everything smells and feels so still and pure. The lights that adorn nearly every building casting their soft, prismatic glow across the city. It's one of the most beautiful things that I can imagine, like something in a dream...only it's real. It's these things that keep me believing in magic...ne, as they say: "There is magic in believing."
November 12, 2003 at 1:23 p.m.
"I sense a great disturbance in the force... as if a million turkeys had cried out, and then were suddenly silenced...."
Thanksgiving is quickly approaching and I, being a vegetarian, felt that I should say something on behalf of the noble bird that is The Turkey.
November 3, 2003 at 7:23 p.m.
Gonna stick this here for now...Johnny Depp...^^
November 2, 2003 at 6:58 p.m.
It's snowing again!! There's about one inch of snow that is staying on the ground!!! It's so pretty outside!! Everyone is outside playing and screaming because this much snow this early on in the year is really unusual. It feels wonderful to stand outside and let the snowflakes fall on my face. So much like home.
"Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland...."
November 2, 2003 at 9:46 a.m.
At about 8:30 a.m. it started snowing in Ashland. It was so beautiful to see the big, fluffy white snowflakes, even if they didn't stay. I miss the snow very much. I was thinking about that this morning, how much I miss the way to feels to step out of your house on Saturday morning to be greeted by the cold, crisp, air. Seeing how the world has become covered in white. That world is cold, and perfect, and in an odd sense, untouchable. These memories seem so close that I can it's almost as if I could reach out an grab it, but when I try, it dances out of reach.
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