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So I finally got bored enough to learn how to change the format of my LJ. I don't think it's fancy, just more practical. I was wasting 3" on the left, now I'm not. Each entry no longer shows a picture. I wanted to find an area that allowed me to default all views to < p align = "left" > and adjust borders, but couldn't find it. I won't have as many complaints about people's pictures making my view all wobbly. I'm tempted to play with the colors and make it look like a hot dog stand, or use that picture of a cartoon woman shooting a laser out of her vagina as the background. Instead, it's an easy on the eyes nondescript gray like my car. It's a tool used to convey.

I had a blast dancing last night. It was odd - I've been isolated for so long that I wasn't really comfortable around people, but I was thrilled to be around people. I just danced a lot and wandered around. There were people I wanted to talk to with whom I did not, and I didn't talk to or touch anyone as much as I wanted to. Mood. Today between the gym and dancing my abs, triceps, neck, quads, calves, and a few other areas are sore - good feeling. I love my body. Yum, and it really works.

I would like to apologize to everyone nice who also likes my body and wants to fuck it, whom I do not fuck. While I understand I have no obligation to reciprocate your desire, I appreciate your attention and wish there were a way I could allow you to act on your desires that was compatible with my own.

I'm a boy. I play.
I'm learning. I'm growing. I make mistakes. I act on impulses. I want and have things that are bad for me. There are things I don't understand. I get frustrated. I hurt. I long. My feelings seem very important, and occasionally they overwhelm me. My opinions all seem correct, and I don't understand why more people don't agree. I touch things to see how they feel. I stare in wonder. I let chocolate melt in my mouth, and wipe it from my hand onto my jeans. My body is flexible and attractive. I play sports. I smell.
I'm a man. I trudge.
I excel and succeed. I make the impossible possible. I persevere. I put aside feelings and work to get done what must be done. I focus. I have experience and knowledge. I prioritize. I admit mistakes, leaving them behind, learning from them. I find the truth is a shade of gray, and can live with ambiguity. I understand some truths others perceive. I understand and anticipate how others feel. My face has lines, my skin grows dry quickly, and I can find grey hairs. I have accumulated things. I care less than I used to about almost everything.
I'm a hybrid. I feel like a boy, but can act like a man.

Date: 2005-02-06 09:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azcra.livejournal.com
yes, you did seem rather mothlike now that you mention it. hopefully, next time you go out you'll feel more like yourself :)

i'm not finished editing the chinchilla pictures yet. i have been trying to work on them these past few days, but i haven't been feeling well. i'll put up the couple i did edit in my [livejournal.com profile] azcradotcom journal in a few minutes just for you :)

Date: 2005-02-06 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vicar.livejournal.com
Aw thanx! I'll tell you my chicnilla story later :) (it's not like a great story, but you can only have so many chinchilla stories in the US)

Date: 2005-02-07 02:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azcra.livejournal.com
oh yeah...you never did get to tell me that story...

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