I confess I'm really jonesing for a right now. I ran out & the store close to my house is closed

A nice friend of mine who goes by a nickname devised by Nirvana wrote a poem where she described her love like a "big old bee" and that it stings her every time he visits. She ends the poem with "but i'm in love with the way it stings/ yeah i'm in love with everything".

It made me cry. Simon and Garfunkel were the only ones I can remember doing that before, really.

That's lovely actually. But I hope I never get stung, I hate pain.

She was terrified of being subjected to pain... so it was kinda her breakthrough. She fell in love with "the way it stings." "yeah, i'm in love with everything"

This little goth girl that helped me get through school when I was addicted to benzos. INSANE stories - really interesting ones too. But she would skip when I'd pass out on the rafters. And she told me to keep writing.

When she wrote that it meant the world to me.

She doesn't have the same love for that man now.

We talked online awhile ago about the old days... staring out the giant windows and feeling the sun on our face and skipping out to the cemetery right next door to get drunk and high.

Child-like things that mean the world now that I'm no longer, truly, a child.

I miss childhood too. Sortof. Not the gross stuff that came with it, but the absence of nonsense that I keep experiencing now.

Sometimes programs can be so odd.

What kind of programs?

bye

it's not late night, so no confessions yet.

sorry was disappointed

I got an email that cheered me up. Which is hard to do right now.

I confess, I don't give a d@mn what any of you have to say!

I ate brownies with shrimp soup.

oh wait..I wrote this also in the other thread.

Sorry, I have no other exciting news.

What a coincidence. We don't care what you have to say either.

Shrimp and brownies? That may not be exciting, but it's definitely different.

That's why I love you. Because you actually cared that I was feeling lousy.

It sure is