You wouldn't like me if you met me.

[ljviggo]

I can't say I really want to talk about what happened. He's gone now, and that's all I have to say about that. I can't even explain it right now, because that would entail actually thinking about it rather than blotting it out like I've been doing since he left. I've become an expert at not thinking about this whole thing

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[dianelane]

Viggo, you know I'm here, and I'd like to think I can prepare chicken soup without burning it.

This means hi. You mean a lot to me, and I'll be an ear or a shoulder or whatever you'd like. I'm so not good at writing these things.

[jeremy_sisto]

Do great minds think alike or what? We left this at the same time.

[dianelane]

You're following me, aren't you? I knew it. You're the guy who hangs out in the bushes every morning with a tape recorder and a camera whenever I step out of the house. "I slept in until noon" is just a metaphor for "I followed you around".

Nice icon.

[ljviggo]

All this time, I thought that was my job.

[jeremy_sisto]

I'm sure this dimension will wait. If you ever need an ear, I'm around, although I've never actually talked to you on here, which we should probably change.

[ljviggo]

Thank you for that. And you're right, we should change that. Maybe when I can think of something to say other than some nonsense musing on an object that doesn't matter. My conversation skills are extremely limited as of late. But that will change someday...hopefully.

[h_christensen]

You're wrong about that subject line.

I'm incredibly sorry. It kills me to think of the way you must be hurting right now. I'd offer to send cookies but considering the fact that Sean has not allowed me anywhere near the sugar for at least three days I doubt there will be any change in the near future.

I know that we grew apart. And I know that we didn't stay in touch the way we could(should?) have, but that doesn't mean I don't still care. I know I can't do much, but if there's something you need I'll try to the best of my ability.

[ljviggo]

The mere offer of cookies is enough for me, really. Thank you for that, and everything. Knowing you, this non-sugar diet is probably driving you crazy, right? I definitely still remember some lack-of-sugar induced freakouts, and then subsequent freakouts that came about once you obtained sugar again. They were fun.

I'll always care. Thank you.

[h_christensen]

*sheepish grin* I just like my sugar?

Most welcome. You make me smile when you're happy. I miss that.

[smbean]

It's true. I've hidden the cookies. But I will gladly hand them over if I thought you could benefit from him sending them to you.

He's right though. The subject line is wrong and I know we haven't spoken for the longest time but I also still care about you and I hate seeing you like this, mate. If you ever wanted to talk I would most certainly want to listen.

[ljviggo]

You've done a brave thing, hiding them. He will find them eventually, you know. The consequences will be spectacular.

When I can find the words, I'll talk. Thank you. Shit, I know we so rarely talk anymore, and that's mostly my fault for being reclusive. When I find the courage to face everything, we really need to catch up. It's been ridiculously long since we've spoken.

[sara_quin]

Music, subject. ;_; I could take this opportunity to say thanks for making So Jealous your heartbreak record, but instead I'll just say... at least I know I could get you to pick up the phone. That, or maybe you'd call over here

[ljviggo]

You know, you're one of two people (barring my son) whom I'd let see me like this. You should feel priviledged. Or trapped, whichever. I was listening to So Jealous over and over...or rather...we were, and then it was over, and suddenly the entire album just seemed to fit. It hasn't left my CD player yet. It's beautiful, just so you know. Really wonderful work