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The S℮cr℮t Room


my words and photographs,
the diary of a sometimes troubled girl.
the music is always turned up,
and the door is always open.
come on in.

Randomness.

So I started rambling elsewhere tonite and thought... I should blog.

Let me first start out with, I'm not gonna date anymore. Ever. Again.
I really don't want to. This place(read: the world) is filled with weirdos and idiots.
I had started "seeing"(?) this fella and well, that's over now. He's one of "those" who only text messages and IM's. Forgive me, but I need a little more attention than that.
So then, I met this other guy... gave him my number. My apologies to the universe for complaining as this dude won't stop calling. 6 times in 2 days + some text messages. Oy.

Okay, new topic. I think I have tendonitis. Or perhaps medial epicondylitis. My forearm flexors are killing me, and I can't figure out what it is. But kylie, didn't you just graduate from a vigorous massage therapy program? Yeah. But there are so many possiblities. I've narrowed it down to the ulnar side of my arm. Very painful. I'll let you know.


One more thing. I was trying to get a picture of me and James. But he wasn't cooperating very well. I need to get rid of his cuddly little butt... any takers? He loves to snuggle, but can be very squirmy.

Which is frustrating...


Finally, he looks at the camera...

. . .

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