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kimbahlee


when my thoughts collapse,

there are vowels where there should be none


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an ongoing task
o rly
kimbahlee
Sometimes we have things that we want to say, but just don't know how.

This leads us to write on bar napkins and alleyway walls. This makes us call our ex-lovers when we are drunk and high at four in the morning, and sometimes causes us to sleep uneasily or giggle uncontrollably.

I suppose this will be just another way to say what you want. Do you have a story or a confession? What about something you're thinking about with the current political drama? Tell me your fears. Your loves. A poem you wrote but were afraid to share. A picture you made in MS paint or a pie chart about your latest sexual adventures. A regret, a hope, a dream, a wish. Anything!!

You can post anonymously by clicking the little ..anonymous button. You can post once or thirty times. I don't log my IP addresses, so I will never be able to trace it. I just want to make sure people can get things off their chests when they need to. (EDIT: i switched the comments to screened and made sure my comment settings were set to log no one's IP address. i had to fix it from last night. i'm sorry if i offended anyone. i wasn't trying to be sneaky!!)

So go ahead and use this post for that venting/bragging/quizzical place.

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but it was so much more fun to read everyone's comments!

ah, okay! i'll show them again. i just got worried that people thought i was trying to be sneaky.

apparently the first few comments weren't truly anonymous, because my journal was automatically set to track addresses from anonymous commenters, and i didn't know that until this morning, so i had to switch it after people had already commented. only the commenters and i can see the IPs but i felt like i had betrayed them. :-( i fixed it now, though.

but i'll unscreen them, just for little ol' anony-you.

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