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The temporary journal site for Kristine Beeson of HopelessRomantics.

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June 13, 2001 ~:~ 11:46AM
I don't anticipate as many people happening upon this journal. That's fine, because every once in a while, I need an outlet for more of my sadness than I care to share with everyone who I like to fool into thinking I'm a happy happy joy joy girl all of the time. Well, I'm not really fooling everyone, those who count probably already know where this site is, and so I'll open up to them... I'm not gonna keep this a secret, but I won't be publicizing it overly either.

My spirit feels crushed at the moment. When I think about it, I feel sad - my body aches from the tears left unshed for the soul-wrenching pain it takes to come to work somedays. I can't help it. I tend to stare off into space when I stop working, and wish I wasn't here. When I'm at home, I try to keep myself busy so I don't have time to think about it. Painting is becoming a release. I have so many wishes. I wish I could stay home and make a quilt. I wish I could stay home and design. I wish I could stay home and have pots and pots of flowers to love. I wish I could cook. I sound like I'd be a good homemaker, don't I? That's always been the furthest from my thoughts, I always figured I'd be too bored to stay at home all of the time. But now I'm wishing I was. I wish I knew what was really going to make me happy.
- , Kristine

Microwave popcorn. 13 cups of goodness per bag.
Stabbing Westwards' Haunting song. Its stuck in my head since E played it on our drive home
Tara Music. Gives me peace among the storm.
Painting. I could do this all day.
Animal Cookies. Quick, catch the one that escaped from the bag!

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This page is a Love-Production, 2001.