lilycorbin

Dear Diary,

Keahi is gone. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary,

Things are moving too quickly. So quickly that I completely forgot you. But I'm back!

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12/11/2005


Dear Diary,

I feel as if I have just opened a new door into myself. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary,

It's been a good night. ( Read more... )

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last Wednesday I punched tony_giovanni in the arm (-10 points). In April I committed genocide... Sorry about that, firewolfdragon (-5000 points). Last Saturday I broke tigerclawzs's X-Box (-12 points). Last Friday ferax and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In November I gave change to a homeless guy (19 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-5053 points). For Christmas I deserve a moldy sandwich! Sincerely, lilycorbin

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(Yeah, one more; this is actually for 12/4/2005; I'll try to not cram my entries like this again)

Dear Diary,

I am slowly realizing not only how much I care for Andy, but how much I care for Keahi as well. And it took a spanking to prove it. ( Read more... )

(This entry would have been written 12/03/2005)


Dear Diary,

IT IS DONE.( Read more... )

(This entry would have been written 12/02/2005)

Dear Diary,

I wonder if Andy will ever forgive me.( Read more... )

(Breaking this up into days; this entry would have been written 12/01/2005)

Dear Diary,

You'll have to forgive me. I'm a little tipsy. ( Read more... )

(Breaking this up into days; this entry would have been written 11/30/05)

Dear Diary,

I do so hate traveling. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary,

I am as giddy as a schoolgirl. Last night, Alain and I demonstrated the East Coast Swing to Aidan and Rafael. And I don't think I've ever danced with a more perfect partner.

Now, Edward was a good partner, with his fencer's grace. But it wasn't his passion. Fencing was.

Antonin loves to dance, and with his new feline abilities, he is a joy to dance with. He is the very spirit of fun.

But Alain...he is grace and power and passion. He was able to guide me around with just small movements of his hands. He trusted my ability, and this pushed me to do my utmost.

It was Rogers and Astaire. Pure magic.

Ah, Diary...just let me be his on the dance floor, and I will be perfectly content.

(Written on a piece of notebook paper, to be placed in her diary later)

Dear Diary,

There was an earthquake last night. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary, for once...you cannot bear total witness. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary, help! ( Read more... )

Dear Diary, my big sister Azura is growing by leaps and bounds. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary, Antonin is home again. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary, my control may be shaky, but I think I'm becoming useful. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary, I have the best friends in the world. ( Read more... )

Dear Diary, I write these words with shaking hands.( Read more... )

Dear Diary,

There is too much goodness happening in my life right now. ( Read more... )