JillBean's Journal

All the walls are white..
ahhh... in the begining, there was darkness... and then there was light. :>

Ever wonder what would happen if people could read your thoughts? Not quite the same as LiarLiar, but still with the intensity of what was really going on...

Like my phone call from a few minues ago. It went something like this:

woman: Is this 555-1224?
me: yes
woman: may I speak with John Doe?
me: sorry, he's not in right now, may I take a message?
woman: who are you?
me: Excuse me, but who are you?

C'mon... I may be a silly grrl sometimes, but I'm not about to verify my entire life for someone who randomly calls me.

..except, for the irony, that I'm sitting right in front of my computer right now, listening to Sharyl Crow & Friends, peering out the window into the crispy red and orange leaves that have gathered on the sidewalk.. ready to share to strangers with the click of a key.

I'm an avid JenniCam observer. I wouldn't call it watching. In some ways, I'm fascinated. Cams on all the time. I predicted the streaming video with sound would fail. Even Jennifer isn't that crazy... phone calls, conversations, and the most intimate of purrs.. okay, screams. :> But it doesn't keep me from pulling up the page. She's my age, and we're so different... yet so similar.

But back to me... Can you tell I'm a chatterbox? I'm in my final semester of grad school. Worked for a bit, going to school off and on. I'm enagaged to the most genuine man in the world. I love cats.

...and I have dreadful secrets inside that have been tearing me apart inside for years. Things that I don't want to admit to myself or to anyone else...

but I fear, and fear burns inside, like a fire. right?

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