And now, for something totally different: you are my friend and my lover and now you are, apparently, leaving, and my body is making little soft oh sounds of confusion and trepidation. And that's what's up.
Today I was thinking about how teh intarweb has altered my consciousness over the last few years. It was not a positive bout of introspection. Small revelation: a fair percentage of my real life conversations suffer for lack of pipelinks. This is an alarmingly geeky thought.
There's something deeply comforting about rain on the roof, curling up under a heavy quilt, driving through thunderstorms in watertight vehicles, street light halos, enormous old rain boots
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