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[frakkingrackles]

Well I finally have something cheerful to post. The weather was really nice today. It's supposed to be warmer tomorrow, in the upper 70's.

Not Looking For A Shoulder To Cry On, Just Some Intelligent Conversation (and H/W smut).

I don't usually think of my life as miserable. When I write down what's going on however, it occurs to me that my life

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[jerico_cacaw]

I fear I can't talk about politics or society (another country, see?). Maybe religion. But House and H/W? Definitely.

Not looking for a shoulder to cry on

Well, I finally have something cheerful to post.

It felt weird, to rely in a publicly anonymous journal. Writing what he felt rather than the conclusions he arrived to after --now automatic, almost second nature-- deliberate deliberation, if such a thing existed. Posting there for the Internet demons to judge, or more likely, to ignore.

It was at the same time a good and a squash-me-down feeling, being just one among millions, each one trying to bring the spotlight on. Were any of those strangers as scared as he was? Did any of them felt as if they were entrusting their many times crumpled, many times smoothed down parchments into empty bottles of wine --vodka, whisky, tequila, ginger ale, rum, beer, water, coke-- and then throwing them into waterless, bottom-endless pools in the middle of nowhere?

The weather was really nice today.It had been his doctor’s idea, and not

[jerico_cacaw]

[it continues ...]

How bad does your life sucks when it's better off with your delusional friend?

“Am I expected to say thanks?”

I'm no prize, either.

“Happy now?”

“Maybe.”

Well, it would take many chapters to describe all the things wrong in my life and in those I love.

“You are a busy professional, and a responsible one. There’s no time for you to do it.”

“I’m on leave.”

“Not indefinitely.”

“I’ll make time.”

At any rate, if anybody wants to chat about religion, politics, society or less serious stuff, that would be really cool.

“Seriously, dude.”

“The door is still there.”

“Of course it is. Doors tend to do crazy things like that.”

“Nosy friends, too.”

So I'm trying to distract myself.

“I can help with that.”

“You are what I’m trying to distract myself from.”

Not looking for a shoulder to cry on,

“Shame, I was willing to try.”

“I’m counting with it. That was just for random strangers.”

Just some intelligent conversation.“You are bluffing

[frakkingrackles]

I forgive you for the lack of smut, the material just wasn't that conducive to it

[jerico_cacaw]

How was the weather today, nice? I have an entry answering you, here. Please tell me if you have a problem with it being public, as I can screen it for just the two of us to see.

Enjoy your weekend. I hope you went to the doctor; I hope you are fine.