I hope Memoirs of a Geisha comes here. I will be sad if it doesn't.

I like that saying: When you can stop men in their tracks, then you are a geisha.

Wouldn't it be nice to stop men in their tracks.

I don't know that I've ever done it, but I've definately had men follow me.

That's a nice feeling.

I often wonder whether I'm considered beautiful (shut your trap, Candace, you're biased 'cause you're my friend).

I see myself every day, so I don't really know.

I wonder if people think I'm fat. Not that I care, but I wonder if I'm bordering on that now.

Who knows.

Anyway, I got shite to do and no headache, so I'm gone.

(Though the weird rushing in my ears is still there.)

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Rosie.

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