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to lick your sexy tattooed arm tonight. Thought you should know.

LIFE: I feel so confused about it. The lines between fiction and reality are constantly blurring and it scares me. For the 1st time since April, I can honestly say i'm happy, but I can't exactly put a finger on what has changed for the better. I'm out of that 'broken-hearted, antisocial, misunderstood misfit' phase. Was it a phase? I'd like to believe it's something everyone goes through once in their life... or maybe I don't want to admit that something might be wrong with me. The defective toy department stores put on sale because it's missing a limb and few vital parts all the other toys have.
I still love my Melissa-time more than anything, but i've found i'm quite fond of hanging out with old friends and socializing with new ones. It wasn't a quiet, shy Melissa that existed before. It was a Melissa that would rather observe the people and places around her, afraid to open up.
I wonder if there's an age where we stop developing mentally... emotionally.

I seriously think I'd enjoy dropkicking an infant... they're just not for me. If I were to ever get knocked up though, I've decided that if it's a boy, i'm naming him "John Lafayette." The english translation of Jean Lafitte, the pirate. I think it's perfect... John... like Johnny Depp. Lafayette... like the adorable, gay cook in the Sookie Stackhouse Saga. And if it's a girl... hmm, well, let's hope it never comes to that. She'd be a teenaged monster.