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03/15/2004 - 7:39 p.m. So, though pale as ever, I have indeed spent a week in Hawaii. And it was lovely. Green and lush, and it smelled beautifully too. I could deal with living there for a while, just enough to get the accent. Granted, it could get expensive. Then again, I am sure if you know where to shop, it's not such a big difference. And now I miss it. I miss the sun, and the green, and the beaches, and the red soil, and the blue sky, and the strange birds and trees and grasses and flowers, the smells and the sounds, fish and turtles. I miss my Jonathan. I even miss Thai food, despite that the "mild" was too hot for me. ** ** What I love about my boy the most is that I can wear skirts and dresses that show off my legs around him. If anyone reading this has seen them, you know that "show off" is not exactly the right term, because to "show off" something it has to be good to look at. Now, I don't remember when the last time even my family has seen me in a less than full length skirt or dress, because even with them I don't feel comfortable in such. With him I've no problem. He complains I won't sing for him, but I don't think he understands just how much I do around him that I would never allow someone else to see. ** ** My goals for the following year: That way when he comes back and gets an apartment I'll be able to cook for him something that he actually likes. I also have to find out what kind of cookies he likes. I absolutely refuse* to buy chocolate chip cookies and oreos (or even make chocolate chip cookies**) until every other option is explored. So far there has not been much luck. *with the exception of two weeks from now, when he will be here and I will not have the access to a proper kitchen or proper ingredients to make cookies ** ** I don't know if the roses are working. I hoped that my parents would ignore them and that would make it all good, but alas they did not. Their lack of ignorement may have doomed the experiment forever. However, something else has come up. I can't wait to find out what it is. Room mate - 10/27/2005
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