I was told that I should write things out in order to fully experience my feelings and therefore learn to express things properly. So here it goes...Tonight I will be going out. Some of the usual crew will be there, and some that I have not seen in too long. Besides these friends, and confidants there will also be someone new. This addition quickens the heart. I hold these palpitations directly responsible for the simultaneous desire to wear slips and stockings; sing along with vaguely romantic lyrics; and the continuous urge to check my 'face'.
In spite of how this may sound - he makes me feel like myself.
Wish me luck,
bk
photo: Marlene Dietrich
Oh, you don't need luck, Rockstar!
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