Wednesday, October 08, 2003
( 7:23 PM ) Rebecca
Ok, people. I know you want to live vicariously through me. I know you want me to regale you with tales of lust-filled nights and love gone wrong.
I mean, the stupider the situations I get myself into, the more I have to write about, right?
But listen. I am now about mature. I am about practical. I am about screening. And making smart choices from the BEGINNING, when they're easiest to make. I am about not getting swept up into the moment, unless that moment has a future.
Oh sure I might get desperate again one of these days. I might let myself have a little fling if circumstances become dire.
But IRD was supposed to be a little fling, and look what happened with that?
So maybe, just maybe, you can think about my unborn children for once instead of your entertainment-starved little selves. Help me make the good choices, people!
Yeah I know. BORING, right? Well, so is living in the nursing home without anyone to visit me, OK?!
And meanwhile, I will help myself too. I am formulating a little questionnaire to hand out to potential...uh...whatevers. Questions will include these, and some others I haven't thought of yet.
Sugestions are welcome.
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