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I'm doing this -well- because frankly I'm curious.

mood: curious curious
Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

You don't have to post if you don't wanna- But I am truly curious what you all might have to say.

Posted on Nov. 17th, 2003 at 10:24 pm | | Leave a comment | 6 comments |

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(Anonymous)

My Kite

The busy wind is out today
Blowing all the clouds away
Chasing butterflies and bees
Making music in the trees.
My kite goes far and high
Till it's lost up in the sky.

Had to learn this poem when I was in kindergarten. I still know it by heart today. Memories...
Posted on Nov. 18th, 2003 06:59 pm (UTC) | | Thread | Reply

(Anonymous)

I lost my virginity in a very strange way.
Posted on Nov. 18th, 2003 07:16 pm (UTC) | | Thread | Reply

lalablue

I'm sure you did
Posted on Nov. 19th, 2003 03:50 am (UTC) | | Parent | Thread | Reply

(Anonymous)

I'm not a dirty, horny sod...
Posted on Nov. 18th, 2003 09:33 pm (UTC) | | Thread | Reply

(Anonymous)

I wish that we all lived closer so we could hang out off line
Posted on Nov. 18th, 2003 09:49 pm (UTC) | | Thread | Reply

(Anonymous)

Wow.

I've just been thinking about stuff all day. Friends, family and the like. I have to say I think there is something wrong with me. I've never been out on a real date, while all my friends have. hmm, the world is strange. maybe it's the fact that all the guys im interested in think "i'm just one of the guys", "a good friend", "their buddy".
Guys suck. Period.
Ok, i am soooo lame.
Robert Frost - Stars
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those starts like somw snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.



Posted on Nov. 19th, 2003 04:40 am (UTC) | | Thread | Reply