merry is love ;

MERRY is LOVE ;

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Saturday, September 12, 2009 @ 2:21 AM

I in the eyes of others.

I've been dreaming a lot these days. Some were pleasant, some really made me not want to wake at all, one was even a thriller (I was running away from a stalker).

On the way home from school today, I was thinking, 'I want to wear scrubs'. Then there was a show on tv just now about the happenings in a hospital. Watching it convinced me that I really do want to work in scrubs sometime.

I look for certain people every time I come online. Currently, the number stands at two and you you you and whoever else are not one of them. I think at this point, I am looking for acceptance, like real full acceptance. It's a rabbit trait.

Last night, or rather this morning, while I was looking at the photos I had just uploaded for Jaz's birthday, I was smiling to myself the whole time. This is the happiest album I've had in a long long time.

I need a money-making machine. Or will fairy godmother let me find money under my pillow, pretty please?

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