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Friday October 31, 2003 - 10:23 a.m. In third grade, I dressed up as an angel for Halloween. I didn't want to be an angel, but my best friend and I talked about what we wanted to be and one suggestion (can't remember which one of us made it) was "Hey, how about an angel?" Followed by ideas of how we could be angels and what we would wear and what we would use and all of that. It wasn't until three days before Halloween, when I was creating my halo, that I suddenly realized I had been expecting to think of something else all along and now it was too late. Besides, my best friend was being the same thing and would have been oh-so-put-out if I'd changed on her. So in third grade I was an angel. I can't for the life of me remember what I was in first or second grade. Which for me is weird. Fourth grade we weren't allowed to dress up at school, which is wholly retarded and I was just thinking this morning (while trying desperately to avoid having to rise from my mounds of blankets) of how facist that was. Horrible. But let's not get into what I was for trick-or-treating...if you're dying to know, email me and I'll tell you. Otherwise, I just don't want to deal with it. Fifth grade on I was a punk every year, cause hell, I wanted to marry Boy George. I haven't dressed up for Halloween in years. I really, really wanted to this year. Alas, so far nothing. I'll let you know if I think of something before tonight. Oh by the way, hello. To all of you left here. I think I'll step back in for a while. Stick around, it could be good. An update: I work at the same place (don't ask) I live in a new place (please don't ask) I have sort-of same hair Things have happened, I went places and saw things and thought things and the like. I'll let you in on them as they filter to the forefront. I've missed you, babies. I've missed me some diary. Kisses on the forehead,
-Mlle R
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