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Bio
Name: Daniel Robert Lance Big Plume
Nickname: Saturnyne
Birthday: May 3, 1980
Age: 26
Sun Sign: Taurus
Moon Sign: Sagittarius
Chinese Zodiac: Monkey (Born)
Height: 170 cm
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Status: Single
Favorites
Color: Blue
Food: Chicken
Animal: Cat
Anime: Sailormoon
Show: CSI
PJ's: Sweatpants/ T-shirt
Pokemon: Porygon
Website:
NHB Radio
My Linux Desktop
Current Moods
Song: Dog's A Best Friend's Dog
Links
Official Sins Of Science Homepage
Space-Kitten.Org
Wing Commander CIC
Tears For Fears
Contact
Email: saturnyne1d@netscape.net
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Friday, October 03, 2003
5:30 PM
Today, I'm going to bitch and moan about how I know all these absolutely gorgeous women, but have no chance with them romantically whatsoever.
First up is Becca.

Isn't that smile just intoxicating? It makes my heart skip a beat everytime I see it. She's a wonderful person, and so so beautiful. Before she disappeared last month, I thought of her as my girlfriend. I still kinda do, but I have no clue where she stands on the matter. But still. She's extremely attractive. Only y'know... not around.

This is Annie. She chose the pic. Isn't it cool? Anyway, she reminds me of Michelle Williams from Dawson's Creek, and Amanda Walsh, who is a VJ on Much Music. All I have to say is "Oh. My. GOD." If I had a chance with her, I'd so take it. And man, I'd make the best of it. As it stands, the whole distance thing sucks, and I'm not quite sure what kind of chance I'd have with her if I were in her vicinity. Ya never know, but still. One has to retain some healthy skepticism.

Lastly, this is Racheal. She is just like... whoa. The distance factor comes in again here, though. We share a lot of the same feelings for each other, it's just the distance thing. Man, if I could, I'd close it, but alas, I can't.
Y'see? For some reason, I suddenly know a whole bunch of absolutely wonderful, beautiful women. And as much I want to be with them in one way or another (don't even get me started on Andrea), it's bound not to happen.
There. Bitching, moaning and fit-pitching is done. As you were.
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