And when i do, not staying here long. It involves only ever spending physical time with a few people (as opposed to the internet which is good for keeping tabs on other people I care about). It involves eating right, and not scheduling too much into a day, so that I can focus ( Read more... )

I wont go so far as to say I was being immature... I don't even know what it means to be mature, But I don't deserve the anger I was putting myself through ( Read more... )

Sounds Familiar is what my computer wanted to fill in for the title here, and I will stick with it ( Read more... )

Oh god, happy! I mean, I'm a little lonely, but I just looked in my inbox, and riva with emily following causes me to smile and blink and I don't know, stutter, and say, "Oh, perhaps my life might work. Everything falls into place. Or could fall, or has fallen, into lovely rose petal... no... into skin, wonderfulness."

glaring at me from behind their cereal bowls.

Shame on you Jeff for getting me in trouble.

Half an hour late is such a big deal.

Thats all right. It was good conversation.

I was alarmed to realize that something has been done with the charming, dysfunctional toilet in my cement back yard. It had been simply picturesque nestled between two lemon trees. I had been meaning to clean it off, to make it shiny again ( Read more... )

I need different friends. Not new friends or anything. I have a lot of friends. I think I just need to mix up who I see more, so I don't feel alone when I only have one person to confide in, and our ideologies clash ( Read more... )

I'm happy, and a little tired. I've avoided, happily, being confused. Becuase what should I be confused about? Exactly. One avoids ruining happiness by simply accepting that events turn on their own will, and go unexpected places, and if you don;t object to where they've taken you, then leave it be and ask no more of its course, and what right it ( Read more... )

"I think it's just force of habit now to make Mackenzie shaped holes when I sit." -Riva.
That touches my heart with a soft, caressing hand. Its hard to get used to being valued, and expected. People not only don't mind my company, they often seek it out, oh wow, and are even used to it! (how do I express the resulting emotion in one word? Yay.)

( Riva's observation on the way I used to dance; It struck my hard by surprise and causes some deep pondering I think: )

My leg hurts. Its lonely here. I hate complaining, but I started out in such a good mood, and was fine being alone, and got lots of visitors and felt loved. And it steadily got worse i guess. I was spoiled to early on, and then left alone too much. Might have been better to have the specialness spread out. Ah well I hate complaining. I opened to ( Read more... )