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I am alive. I have no computer, but yet my heart still beats and my lungs still take in and exhale air. I even manage to function despite it having been several weeks since someone else has touched me in a sexual manner.

Imagine that. I'm growing up.

I'm certainly not the satisfied sex kitten I'd like to be. Someone needs to fix that.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Sunday, March 25, 2007.

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