Danabelle in Dirty Little Secret Shorts

My life is pretty much an open book. I don't care who knows and what they know. Like someone had put it once, "I walk around barefoot with my heart on my sleeve". One of the reasons why I love PostSecret and SocialMoth is that it gives you total freedom to say what you want to say anonymously. It's letting people know, but not really. It's ironic and beautiful. Privately public. It's beautiful.

But the thing I love most about PostSecret is how other people's secrets can easily become yours...

Or maybe they really are yours. But who can tell? Privately public, right?

I just feel like the postcards are talking to me, about me, and around me...

It's fabulous.

Thank you. :)

I am yours. Will you be mine?

I'm done with waiting. The perfect moment is every second I'm with you.

You really do.

I do. :)

Initial reaction: "Awww..."

I really do feel that... I wonder how you feel about it.

...It could just be wishful thinking... But you know me. Always positive. Always hopeful.

I love you.

 

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I was re-reading old blogs just now and I saw these:

http://danabelle.multiply.com/journal/item/443/Danabelle_in_Absolute_Shorts
http://danabelle.multiply.com/journal/item/423/Danabelle_in_Exhausted_Shorts

Satirical predictions / Repeated history.

Don't you just love it?

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I was telling my friend the other day that I should give up photography and go into set design. Haha. I love love love prepping for photographs. The props, the color coordination, the ripping, the painting, the writing, the taping... Love it! Some photographers like to just delegate that to other people or not bother to care at all. But I love it. I like getting involved in the whole design process of the set... It's like when I was a kid. I loved prepping my Barbie sets like getting the dining table just right and putting the tiny little plates in place... I'd have more fun prepping than actually playing, that I would sometimes take hours prepping, and not play at all afterwards... The prepping was the actual playtime, I think.

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Finding someone with a similar writing pattern is not that easy... Especially if you're an eccentric writer like me...

Eccentricity is often misunderstood.

It's sad, because once you understand it, it's so beautiful, it'll make you cry.

Or whatever... I don't know... I'm random & eccentric and I don't know what I'm talking about.

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People who think they know me should crawl under a rock and just sit there for eternity.

...I don't know why, but they should.

It should prove to be great big fantastic fun.

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Oh and if you're going to be prissy, bitchy, and all I'm-insulting-her-behind-her-back...

Make sure you're of the elite and you speak/write pristinely.

It's just not gonna work if you're an idiot. It only hurts when you're being insulted by someone that you look up to, not someone you look down on.

...And I look down on people who keep trying to speak English when they can't and people who pretend to be all hoity toity when they can never ever really pull it off. Ever.

GIVE IT UP!

You know what I shouldn't even try to insult you. Being you in, itself, is a friggin' insult.

You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself.

And gosh darn it, woman. How old are you?! You are no longer part of the Pop Squad. Stop acting like you're still cool. You washed up, old hag!

...Now see, that is how you insult somebody. Tsk.

And that's me being semi nice.

This is me being mean:

http://danabelle.multiply.com/journal/item/246/Good_Morning_Bottomdweller

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Haha. I should probably stop re-reading old blogposts... I'm starting to be all narcissistic.

...Oh wait I already am narcissistic.

LOL.

...Oh crap. I just realized it's not funny.

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I hate having to explain myself. It's such a hard process, that sometimes, and by sometimes, I do mean all the time, I just throw my hands up in the air and go, "Ack. Fine. Whatever."

C'est fantastique, non?

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You know, sometimes, it's just so friggin' annoying.

Oh did I say "it", I meant "you".

Gaaah.

I'd ignore you, but I know I'd feel guilty if I do.

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Anyhoos, I gotta go get sugar and start working on the props for tonight.

Oooh! Oooh! Sidenote:

I still can't get over the song "Nine in the Afternoon".

'Cause we know that it could be...

And we know that it should...

...And you know that you feel it, too.

What?

I could, 'cause I can, so I do.

Haha.

Kissy kissy!