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don't ever tell anybody anything. if you do, you start missing everybody. -holden caulfield (jd salinger) 12-05-00 when I come home from pier 1, I am usually covered in glitter. we have tons and tons of christmas ornaments and they are all full of glittery stuff and I always seem to be working the ornaments section. but apparently wearing glitter all over yourself is a trendy hip thing to do. so I'm trendy and hip and I didn't even know it. I am reading catcher in the rye right now. I just can't express how much I love it. I can't, I really can't. And Holden Caulfield is the most perfect boy in the whole entire world ever. ever ever ever. I am seriously madly in love with him. you think i'm kidding. I know a boy who very often reminds me of Holden Caulfield but I didn't realize it until last night as I was falling asleep. needless to say, I have major hots for this boy who reminds of me holden. so after my little tryst in Tucson, I am back to no-sex christa again. which really I don't mind all that much, it just means I need more porn and more sex toys for masturbation. that fun little glowboy in AZ sort of reawakened my desire(s). oooh, it's all creepy in here right now. it's dark out and it's cold and really windy and it's shaking the house and rattling the windows a little and I'm all alone here tonight and it's giving me chills and it's pretty exciting and cool. I like nights like these. I need socks on though. my feet are cold. and I should light a candle or something, to really up the spookiness level. Why are candles associated with creepy? I guess the darkness and the flickering light and stuff. hmm. I have so much stuff that I need to do. at work, at home, everywhere. it's making me crazy. but I like it. being busy is good. I can't think as much and get all whiny and mopy and annoying and pathetic. but I'm still feeling the pressure, you know. I need to change the page on my calendar. I can't believe it's already december. criminey. it's been almost one full year since I moved to boston. god. I am so not even going to start thinking about that right now. I think instead I'll go wander around this big old empty house and pretend there are ghosts and serial killers chasing me and that there is some sexy boy waiting for me under my covers. oh yeah. national commando day on dec 17th. that means no underwear.
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