Rub my tummy for luck and I'll rub your head for solace.
I really, really, really hate seeing people I care about deal with bad news. If I could, I would warp myself into a nine-inch-thick castle wall and encapsulate each and every one of them behind my fortifications. Gawd, if I had a nickel for every time I've wished to have that superpower...
I was wishing that last night. Some definitely rotten, awful-luck, heart-squeezing news down the pike for a friend I'd like to protect more than most. I'm grateful for the opportunity to have been able to do something, even if all I have to offer is an oasis of soothing whispers, bone-crushing hugs, stoned antics, nostalgia, a safe well into which one can scream all one's troubles away, of sippin' fohhhties in the paahhhk after daahhhk and swingin' on the swings and breakin' shit and of feeling ever so slightly distracted, if nothing else.
Regardless of whether visiting that meager little oasis ever really does anybody any good, it makes ME feel better, so. Being useless kills me.
At any rate! I still have a Solid Gold Weekend in store, boys and girls, and I hope you do as well. It's Finally Fucking Friday, my cold or strep or whatever-the-hell is going away slowly but surely, the weather is irrationally pleasant, and I have a jaunt to Oregon to look forward to next week. Wee!
I got nuttin but luuuv fo ya, internets.
I was wishing that last night. Some definitely rotten, awful-luck, heart-squeezing news down the pike for a friend I'd like to protect more than most. I'm grateful for the opportunity to have been able to do something, even if all I have to offer is an oasis of soothing whispers, bone-crushing hugs, stoned antics, nostalgia, a safe well into which one can scream all one's troubles away, of sippin' fohhhties in the paahhhk after daahhhk and swingin' on the swings and breakin' shit and of feeling ever so slightly distracted, if nothing else.
Regardless of whether visiting that meager little oasis ever really does anybody any good, it makes ME feel better, so. Being useless kills me.
At any rate! I still have a Solid Gold Weekend in store, boys and girls, and I hope you do as well. It's Finally Fucking Friday, my cold or strep or whatever-the-hell is going away slowly but surely, the weather is irrationally pleasant, and I have a jaunt to Oregon to look forward to next week. Wee!
I got nuttin but luuuv fo ya, internets.