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[rjudith]

The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God. I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me. God is bigger, like my mother, easier to find, even in the dark. I could be anywhere, and since I can't describe myself I can't ask for help.

Comments

[eribanadinovich]

By seeing you first, does this mean I get to claim you?

[rjudith]

Bring out the branding iron and toss me an aspirin!

[eribanadinovich]

Now come on, love. Do you think I would want to ruin such beauty with a branding iron?

[rjudith]

Um. Depends on how sober you are.

[eribanadinovich]

Haha! I promise to stay away from all branding irons when drinking around you. A tattoo however ... now that might be something. Something small? I'm not sure what though.

[rjudith]

Well, if I am yours, I suppose it will have to be your name. Or just your initials, that way, in case things go sour I will be able to make something up.

[eribanadinovich]

Well, my initials will do. That is unless we can think of something a little bit more sneaky. What's your favourite flower, sweetheart?

[rjudith]

Hmmm. I can't help but love orchids.

[eribanadinovich]

A small orchid on the small of your back perhaps then?

[rjudith]

I am such a pansy. I don't think I'd ever be able to.

[eribanadinovich]

Well then. We shall figure something else out. I'm not worried.

[rjudith]

Worst case scenario, I'll make a shirt of some sort.

[eribanadinovich]

With Property of Eric Bana on the back. Now this is an idea.

[rjudith]

And it isn't painful. Everyone wins!

[eribanadinovich]

The crowd cheers. How are you, love?

[rjudith]

I've been wonderful! I have a slight cold, how are you?