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It's raining outside, so I guess I can't have a riding lesson today. Which is fine, he's been ridden every day this week, but I was hoping to jump today. Maybe I wouldn't have been able to do good anyways, since my back is all sore from working with the draw reins yesterday. It doesn't matter. I just hope he doesn't go stir crazy sitting in his stall. I believe in a world where everything is lovely. *** All I want for my birthday in August is a real friend. Please, God, that's all. And not my horses, either, but a human one. One that won't let me down or forget about me or ignore me or make fun of me. One I'll be proud to walk beside of and spend time with. Maybe all I want is just a hug. Just one. And for once, the freedom from a fear to say what I want.
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I also wish I was a poetic writer.
Chill out, Miss LP. I have nothing against horses. I just have things against people and ownership and slavery.
Also the French thing is a pet peeve of mine. It's not just you. I've explained this to other friends numerous times and they argue with me all the time about it so then of course it riles me up even more. I just don't like when people try to take on a heritage that isn't theirs.
Do you know what I've learned, Miss LP? If I pull my favourites list onto the side, the remainder of the screen becomes 800 x 600 and I can see your background as it was meant to be seen.
cute site.
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Yeah, not many people can. Most of the time they end up looking messy or overly paisley, and we all know that's not attractive.
me too. about the friend thing.
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