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. Le bureau de Horizon… Parce que franchement, comment il fait???
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So… New header, colors, I’m not finished, only started. I want to get rid of Blogrolling to make my links to you more interesting, a small showcase of your work, that I admire and love and that inspires me. I want to change to fonts too. I might change the colors again.

I’m so green at this, I’m a bit lost. Why is it that my page is not showing up the same way in IE and Firefox? The headers on the sidebars are wrong in Firefox. And I have to change the colors on the scroll bar. Anyways, lots of work, but fun 🙂

Please, comments are more than welcome.
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I forgot some parts of the image, gotta go back and rework it. The size too is of.

I think that looks quite nice though. Wasn’t sure about the color, but it fits nicely with the film strip.
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Or is it?

I wonder. I really don’t like the yellow. Actually, I’m really sick of my template, but I love the picture. What to do? Except fondle with css?

It’s fun though, I’m learning. Trial and error.

Rambling to fill my space. See how it looks.
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Ok. J’essaie. Pas de promesses. Mais c’est une façon comme une autre de perdre ma cerise.
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A friend, who shall remain nameless (well, let’s call her The Crunchy One) has a funny obsession with Vincent D’Onofrio. I don’t blame her. Being on the subject of all Dicks, Bobs and Jims, here are a few of own obsessions. Yeah, I’d jump the fence any time.
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Yes the grass seems greener. Her boobs larger, her ass tighter, his dick bigger, his teeth whiter.

So, it was a great trip. Beautiful place. I had a great time, relaxing, enjoying time spent with the kids. I was two people. The happy mom. The frustrated wife. I just don’t understand. I couldn’t even take my hands of ME, why wouldn’t he not want me? I see him looking at the girls. That’s fine, I don’t mind. What I mind is why not look at me, why not invite me for a date, why not at least tell me one word? One. Just the bikini was major. For me anyway. I don’t depend on him saying something, it just would’ve been nice. Would’ve made a difference, would’ve shown his commitment to our relationship, which nearly died in December.

I was craving sex all the time we were there. I tried. But in a way, maybe not as hard as I could. But as hard as I was willing. Clothes, smiles, kisses…

Since I lost weight, and started to take care of me, my body is screaming, awake, hungry. Was the weight the issue? I don’t think so. But the process brought me here. I’m sorry for all the time lost. The time spent ignoring myself. Denying my feminity. Deperate to feel, but I didn’t know.

So I’m stuck with an itch. The doorjamb just doesn’t cut it. Thus I covet.
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