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I've been bad, diet wise.
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(74kgs! I was 70kg two weeks ago) I actually made a :FFF face at that. RIGHT. Back to portion meals and no more pizza after work. >:/
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| An Introduction~♪ |
[November 13th, 2009 @ 6:56pm] |
Hello♥!
Im Chiyo, a 14 year old Decoration Lover from London! I'm sorry I dont have any pics yet ^^ But I love to make friends, espically because my friends are not thatt keen on Decora..^O^
Feel Free to add me!
Thank you~♪
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| Hello all! Introduction! |
[November 13th, 2009 @ 4:00pm] |
Hello community! My name is Netty and I'm eighteen years old. I've been into Decora for a while now but hardly ever have the chance to wear it. I'm so glad I found this community. Made my day! =D
I plan to stick around and would love to get to know some of you wonderful people here. I hope this is an alright introduction. I wasn't sure how to actually start. I was wondering if there was some type of community for meet ups? I couldn't find any. I'd love to find some friends with the same interests as me to meet up with. I live in Michigan.
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[November 15th, 2009 @ 7:53pm] |
They weren't going anywhere until they hit North Dakota, and then they were gonig home, fast, their feet burning to be there, to be stopped, and the wind that came in through the slightly-broken windows of the cars they drove was like a train whistle in their ears, a little mute, but still there, and they didn't know when they would arrive because they never knew the weather, or the traffic patterns, only that the road continued until the proper signs were seen, and then all together in their separate cars but more or less at the same time they would smile and feel warmth and different kinds of happiness because there was a town there that they knew would wrap them up like they wanted.
They talked about other people when they wanted to talk about themselves. They dressed up in so many different ways they forgot which one was right. They didn't bother to talk about this-- everyone knew. All the things that could be said. There were plenty of Ph.Ds among them, having graduated and then immediately forgotten, but the knowledge still remained. It was tired. The ideas were tired. They never wanted to talk about how they felt. They drank so much wine.
When they came to the right kind of place they unloaded for awhile. The earth would feel good, they hoped. They always hoped something, but often it was unclear what. There were certain things you could depend on. The lesbians' van always smelled like cinnamon. There were girls who wore too much blush-- but it was rarely their fault. There were fires most nights. Often they forgot to put them out. But nothing bad ever came of it.
Sometimes it didn't go well. A backstep. All this is. A tea stain on the white canvas shoe. Baby steps, or hobbling, if you will. In a direction, some direction, if honesty was a virtue and not a knife in the back. Somebody go, somebody shut the kid up. That's what they said. They'd run then. They weren't wanted. The fabrics didn't match. They always smelled like spices and not like something modern. Wool or nothing, they weren't made to wait. They knew people in general would rather die when it's quiet, than with a baby of one or of forty, screaming some shit in their ear. When the places they were found fault with them, they ran, and they didn't go back. They learned where they were liked and where they would be outcasts. They learned to be five people or more, one for each kind of place. When they were out west the darker ones could pretend to be Native Americans. People were more accepting of that. They didn't worry about being offensive. There was no such thing.
I am not destructible, not this time. I am capable of destruction. When you get down to it, dirty tricks means just as much as anything else. They knew this. Pretending was second nature-- first. First nature.
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| Avarice. |
[November 15th, 2009 @ 4:46pm] |
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I need to cook up something delicious. I have food to cook at home, but I really want some lamb. Or to roast up another duck (it was SO good). But I can't really spend any money on indulgences until Friday. Sausage is thawing in the fridge, but it's still rock hard... so I'm just drinking rum on an empty stomach for now.
I am still craving a pair of the perfect red pumps. I saw some cute ones, but one pair looked almost exactly like a pair of black shoes I already own, the other pair was too damn expensive and not really anything all that fantastic. Plus they were that shiny high gloss patented leather, and would have looked better in a soft matte material. Lame. I need want to go clothes shopping badly. My sister wants to meet up sometime soon to get me a birthday gift of a cute outfit of my choice. I can find tops, I can find bottoms, but I have trouble putting them together to wear sometimes. I'm going through another phase in my life where I just want to go clubbing and drinking... which feels stupid, but you only live once, so what the hell. So I need the perfect clothes for it. I have expensive tastes, a job that doesn't pay enough, and odd measurements on a short frame. What a bad combination.
On a side note, it's almost funny that in America, the land of opportunity, where I have much more than most people my age in a lot of other countries, I feel financially inadequate.
But I often feel guilty when I want something frivolous. Especially shoes.
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[November 15th, 2009 @ 3:05pm] |
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[November 15th, 2009 @ 9:14pm] |
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| Fur mats on back feet |
[November 15th, 2009 @ 12:59pm] |
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Last night when I picked up Beth, I noticed that she had a thick mat on each of her back feet. Each mat was quite small, about the size of a thumb nail. I cut them out, and then brushed the fur under her feet, which I mean to continue doing.
Has anyone else had this?
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[November 15th, 2009 @ 4:58pm] |
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