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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

17 January 2004 Saturday

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slated in moments at 08:53 AM

hurray for successful therapy. (at least for now… :sukoshi foreboding:)  quite a number of things i want to say.. but i’m not sure where to start or how to lightly convey… i’m a lucky, lucky girl. i mostly always have been. but… :confidently pleased: i really always will be. gotta refigure this whole current living arrangment thing tho.. 


oh.. about that whole dressing up for going out thing and all of that.. let’s see if i can get this across as briefly and cleanly as possible: in general, girls like being taken out at least once in a while. that includes dressing up and being fancy and proper and all that good nonsense. however, as long as it’s not entirely due to laziness, but rather due to a true desire just to spend some real time with her, then really, the cuddling on a couch/bed idea, wearing whatever or not that you choose, either feeding one another grapes or pizza or godiva chocolate, under a blanket.. (and bring along a journal or a book or put on a good movie..if you’re alberto, you’ll likely have brought over a chickflick. that is okay too.) and just be really happy together. in the past, this has also been successfully accessorized with a gift of cookie-dough icecream and flowers. 


okay. none of that was brief at all. here it is then: make her feel you really like her, and that you really like being with her. ultimately, that’s what it’s all about, and what it will most always be about. if that’s really true, after all, (and of course if she feels the same for you) then most everything else really can be solved well.


this was poorly written.. i’m pretty tired… it’s so late! i’m not used to being up so late! how did the time fly so? oh.. i know.


“would you pass me my separate glass of water? wait, we don’t even have separate glasses. see? why would we want to be separate?” ~alberto

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