I'm gonna keep this one a secret, she thought to herself.

as if "to her self" needed to be said.

I haven't talked to anyone too much about Sam because I feel like I am carrying a full glass of water and if I go bouncing around, I will spill it, or drop the glass and get shards in my feet.
something like that.
I like Sam. I like Sam a lot. I enjoy being with him and smelling his cigarettes before he smokes them, I enjoy making food with him, kissing his neck and when he climbs on top of me while I read on his bed. I like playing scrabble with him in the morning-afternoon after eating.
I even like how he always wins, and only by a few points, MIGHT I ADD.
so, I'm nervous about saying this, about telling the universe, because the minute I do, I'm afraid it will set on fire.
I hope not.

I am very, very, so very pleased with Reason to Write. It is coming together and I feel like it could be a great thing whether that means simply communicating with my friends more or actually getting creativity out there, I think it's a really great thing. I feel good about it. Like... it's my baby. It is my baby.
I made all kinds of updates today, and, ironically, have not written my story.
well, more like FINISHED. I've started two.

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Pandora radio is fabulous.
StumbleUpon is splendid.
My mother giving me an electric kettle is fantastic.