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    Oh, look. It's a post. Wednesday, June 13, 2007 |

    Lots o' stuff going on, folks.

    The most important being my (labour of)love life. I sorta dis-like giving it the "most important" nomer... but admit it... you would too.
    So, the boy I've always loved is on his way to Ohio. He'll be here in a week. 5 years of all this, and it's a week away. Finally.
    Most of me looks at this as a "new" relationship. I'm trying not to get carried away with other thoughts and feelings that could possibly cause it to move to fast. I'm workin' on trust. I can't explain why I've let him break my heart so many times, and continue to give it a chance. I believe in whatever it is we have. I cannot help it. I can hear some folks saying, "what he's done to you is not love"... well, perhaps not. They're only decisions he made, and probably regrets. (love is never far from danger) But, I love him... so I have to decide if it's all worth taking a chance. And so far, he's doing a pretty good job at convincing me.
    I hope for support from everyone. This is the hardest, happiest time.

    Our family beach vacation is the week after next. We're pretty excited about that. I know I need a vacation pretty bad... with school and job searching and heart hurts and being broke all the damn time... I think I deserve some vacation. Can I get an amen?! :)

    I recently purchased one of the sexiest little cameras you've ever laid eyes on. The Nikon D50. Don't be jealous. I'm really pleased with it so far... still learning how to work it, though. Hypothetical: would you think it weird if someone were to sleep with a electronic device such as a camera? ahem. An SLR camera.
    Annnnyhoo. I'm a photographer. :)

    I'm becoming scatter-brained as I sit here trying to write.

    I love most of you.

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