Sep. 7, 2007
Death, thou shalt die!
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No, I don't remember what poem that's from. I'll look for it and post it later... sort of skimmed over it earlier. It's very deep. In any case, I overreacted quite badly in my last post. Please forgive my words. I left the house to talk with Heather with my guns drawn because I didn't understand. Mom and Heather and I sat down in an empty "parent" room (you can see in two of the three dance rooms through viewing windows, the third merely has the doorway) and talked it over, and I'm feeling much better- and quite ashamed of myself. Because of the modesty issue, Heather is going to allow me to wear solid (non-see through, that is) skirts, wrap around still, shorts, and a wrap on top because of the thing about either not wearing a bra or keeping the straps hidden- "invisible" straps are not allowed. I'm an exception, because of my modesty issues. Heather totally gets it. Right now, she wants me not to see the not being on pointe as her taking away my pointe shoes. She said something about not being sure about my ankles- which I understand. They aren't as strong as they could be. How's it going, chickies? (And dudes. ;)) Shoot, Luke, or unload that pistol. |
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