- *pouts* I want a pet turtle named Mr. Myagi
- I accept the blogging cybercrown with invisible pride and honor
- That last entry was the first poem I've written in almost a month - I no longer write them daily and it's been like that since July
- It's 64 degrees outside today and smells like Spring
- I wore my pirate dagger necklace yesterday and loved the wicked feeling of its power hiding in my sportsbra
2 days ago I had a coffee date with the girl "in charge" of the house I'll be moving into this Sunday. Snuggled down in a sweatshirt over a white chocolate mocha during a drizzly afternoon we went over last minute details to make sure she and I were on the same page. As we wrapped everything up, she told me to wait and dashed to the car; coming back in with a polka dot gift bag I had only eyes for what lay behind the curled red ribbon tying the two handles together: two shiny silver keys. Inside the bag was a beautiful red journal and a heap of candy from all the girls to welcome me into the house, but I couldn't get over the feel of those keys in my hand with fresh cut grooves. I marveled at the sight of them threaded onto my keychain as Sarah Brasse's eyes danced from across the table. I looked up, feeling the warmth of the mocha spread from my abdomen to my fingers and toes and the ends of my hair. "It's real, isn't it?" I said. "It's
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See ya,
J