Day Four, February 13: Where you’ve loved. It’s the sex entry. Bonus points if you make it funny for the rest of us. It was one fateful night at Brandon’s apartment, our first few nights together at his pad. Off went the light, and on went the candles. Things were getting hot and heavy. Brandon reached for a condom from the nightstand. It was the last one. As I said, things were hot and heavy which made us extra clumsy. The next thing we knew, the condom packet went flying across the room, and landed somewhere behind the computer desk....
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Day Three, February 12: When you’ve loved. Write either a brief history of your love life, or a single story about the love of your lifetime. I guess you can say that I have lived a crush-full life. Most of my romantic inspirations are from my dreaming about some boy whom I befriended but never took it further, or else I just never spoke to. I wrote several journal-full about these boys, all these romance unrealized, love unrequited. But one day, one man said something to me that changed my love life altogether. Given that my serious first celebrity obsession...
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I’m getting a camera phone. Finally! In addition to this blog, I will start a moblog as well. This is going to be so much fun! Gotta start researching a friendly place to moblog though. Any suggestion?...
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Day Two, February 11: What you love This one’s about your favorite things, or pick one thing and wax rhapsodic on it. Yes, you can sing this to the actual song. ./~ Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Making my music and hope no one listens. Writing my thoughts on a paper napkin. These are few of my favorite things. Warm bed with Snoopy and Brandon for cuddles. Sipping my wine in a tub filled with bubbles. English Breakfast tea with some sweet Madelines. These are few of my favorite things. Sunny side up with a helping of...
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Again, a willing participant of some writing fabulousness through my fantastic Trojan blood sister Amy. Day One, February 10: Who you love. This is a love letter to anyone. Or no one in particular. Dear Brandon, This is not so much of a love letter but a confession. I am a closet romantic. There. I’ve said it. I think you already know that, given that you know me all too well. I guess I used to be a full on romantic like any typical girls are. I still lapse in to fits of romantic conniption fit after viewing a chick...
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Glass half full: Traffic has been kind to me. This 9-6 hour is working out really well. I’m getting paid to do what I love. And there’s more opportunity to grow! I’m really enjoying my classes, feeling like I’m alive again. Like I’m actually taking care of me, doing what I enjoy. I love the Main Library and thoroughly enjoy going over there to hide and read. Glass half empty: I’m spending less time with Brandon. Not that I have seen him much lately. His being on muscle relaxer, and now the new no-soda diet (doctor’s orde), and that has...
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