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06 September 2001 - 7:34 p.m. ...and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.Should my ex-boyfriend be concluding AIM conversations with "Goodnight, sweet princess?" I thought not. In fact, that's the second time he's called me princess in two days. Maybe he's got a rare illness which causes him to be super sweet to people a year after he dumps them. That asise, I feel like I'm being flirted with a lot lately. Maybe that's just what happens in the fall. Or maybe being pleasantly paired with a good guy has driven any single-gal desparation from my aura, and now lots of people want me. Of course, were I seeking out potential beaus, you'd see men screaming in terror and running for cover all over Pittsburgh. Because that, my friends, is how this world works. What I'm wearing: What I'm reading: What I'm doing after this: - - 07 May 2005 Wheee! - 02 November 2004 Inside of my fridge. - 28 October 2004 TV is Stupid. - 24 September 2004 "The only paperback writer who would drive a Buick is like, Tom Clancy." -Gus - 20 September 2004 |