been sipping cold tea made of bitters (burdock root, dandelion leaf, etc.). it's good, like a slap to the system. i'm trying to shock my body/mind out of this depression. as soon as i'm able i want to go get a tattoo from brankauti, if she'll still have me. i have a very girly design idea . . . very beautiful. did you know i once bought myself a wedding band? ostensibly to fend off tipsy would-be suitors at shows or whatever, but really i was just bored and wanted to fuck with people. i really like quinne's journal entries. they're consistently readable/accessable and interesting. i was engaged for real, once, but my fiance was so punk that we fought about my wearing my grandmother's diamond engagement band that she'd given me to the announcement dinner at my parents' house. i know, weak. anyway, blah blah, writing is a good distraction so i guess this journal entry is more for me than for you guys. thanks for indulging me.
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i got my first wedding band from the boyfriend i had when i was 16 - first love, first live-in. when he asked me to marry him i broke up with him.
the next ring was when i married my current husband. we both borrowed rings. mine actually fucking broke a couple years into it.
now we dont wear any rings either of us.
i am married. i have slept with others. it was supposed to be secret, i think. maybe it wasnt supposed to be secret, i was mad and part of the point was to piss off my husband. it worked really well. he's still pissed off 10+ years later (not that i blame him)
i havent even come close to kissing someone else in more than 12 years.
sometimes i wonder if i could have a 'same time next year' kind of relationship and keep it a secret.
i dont think i could. believe it or not my husband is my best friend and i do like to tell him everything.
phew
more than i expected