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today at work i finally spoke up during the meeting. pitched in a couple of ideas and my boss loved them! u know what, i think im good at this magazine bizniz thing. i under estimate myself all the time, when im actually quite good, i think i am.

i wanna daaaance.

i went to agami last weekend. had such a good time! even though whenever i mentioned agami to any of my cairo friends they told me i was lame, i had a much much better time than i did at marassi, andrea, sky and the rest of the "hip" elitist places, where stilettos and pretenses overfill.

i enjoyed shaking it to the familiar billboard tunes at tj much more than i wouldve, attempting to move to boring house beats.

i just love chris cornell's billie jean version. listening to it right now, with my pretty doggie by my feet. i'm sitting on my porch in my short green dress, totally exposed to any passer-by, not that there are any. the suburbs are pretty.

i need love, love, love.

i need to know who that guy i keep seeing in random unexpected places is. we keep eye flirting. who are you and why wont u just come talk to me? i wont turn around & leave i promise, like i did with that guy from the beach, who wasnt even interested in me after all haha, but in a friend.

what else do i need?

i need to get back on track.