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gone from perfect to divine

sex thats left bruises on my wrists.

that same machine gun kisser, who is not so much like a machine gun anymore, at least not in the way he kisses. i made an offhand comment about feeling like a goddess against my white sheets and he ran with it, reminding me, referring to me in this way throughout the night. who wouldn't like that.

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what else to say? a new year. tomorrow is my first day of the working year. sigh. ball of dread, but that's more just about the end of holidays rather than actual trepidation about my job. it will be good to be back, to be busy, to be of use, to have routine, i suppose.

i have some high hopes for the year, for changing habits. standard.

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i don't have any other words really. i felt it was time to come back here but...... i'm not sure what for. to document being referred to as a goddess maybe, and not much more.

2:33 p.m. - 2015-01-04

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