worse than someone telling you they missed you and you not believing them - because why would they miss you - is them not telling you at all. altho part of me really isn't surprised, because seriously, why WOULD they miss me, i mean it's not like we talk a lot or anything. but it still kind of hurts.
this actually bothers me less now than it did this morning or last night.
and i'm completely dissatisfied with one of my fanmixes.
things that are good anyway:
wrenlet is coming tomorrow to visit for a week
my house is swept and swiffed in preparation and i have clean sheets and towels and spare pillows and bagels and eggs and thin mints and cake in the freezer
one of the baristas at starbucks, who i think is about my age, sometimes chats with me about music. we like the same kinds of things so it's always an interesting conversation
i'm having a day, altho it's better than it was. it's raining now, for one. (
machineplay? you can totally share our rain, if you haven't gotten your thunderstorm yet.)
tell me something - a joke, a song lyric, a random factoid, a secret, a confession, a line from your favorite movie, your plans for world domination, an interesting quote, an example of stupid, an example of cute, a recipe, whatever. ask me something. ask someone else something. just say something so i know you're there.