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1:54 a.m. ~ 2003-06-17
no boys allowed...till i breakdown and call him ive got digital. watch out now. my new little camera is so cute...i just want to take a picture of it. so once i figure out how to use it, my future entries will come illustrated. put this supergold membership jammie to work. i can be such a girl sometimes. well, you would all hope so huh? did the girls night out tonight and it was wonderful. shopping and a huge meal. a trip to victoria's secret. (she said she got a new camera right?). no men, no complaining or obsessing about them or their habits which boggle our minds, just an escape. of course who did i call when i got home? he was asleep, said a sleepy i love you and he said goodnight. for this journal's intent and purposes, he will be referred to as the flowerpot. i am reluctant to use his real name for two reasons, one being he does keep a diary here and if anyone is going to tell him about this one, it will be me. and secondly, his name is unique and easily recognizable. refer back to reason one. calling him a flowerpot holds signifigant meaning to me and is suitable symbolism when it comes to our relationship. ever see the movie unfaithful? you'll understand if you have. i came thisclose to telling christine about him tonight. i mentioned him, and referred to him as a friend in the city. and then stopped myself from talking about him anymore. christine is great and sweet, but lacks the imagination and open-mindedness i would need from a person whos about to learn a huge secret. plus shes todds wife. and todd hangs out with the boys. no more trips to manhattan after they learn why i go. or maybe, no more trips out with them once they learn why i go. so i stopped myself. bit my tongue and just dropped the subject and moved on to work-related rants. its ok, i can tell you guys. my faceless confidants. thanks man.
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