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February 7, 2005

boys are nice. In a totally wonderfully platonic way, they’re nice. They make me happy. They give good hugs, and make great teddy bears, and are fun to talk to, and they tickle me, and they make good jokes, and they help with my computer, and they help with whatever else is wrong in my life, and lots of other fun stuff too. YaY for boys being nice and all that other stuff too. :-)
YaY in general for good friends and other warm fuzzies and life being okay and grooviness.
I like it when people are happy.

“Don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One minute you’re waiting for the sky to fall
The next you’re dazzled by the beauty of it all

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This fragrant skin this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste

Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight”

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