Get outta my head... get outta my heart.

[stickykeys633]

The last three nights I've had a dream where Blake Lewis was involved with some sort of corporate espionage scheme. He was the muscles of the group and got his jollies by hitting random people with chairs and then accentuating each hit with an apropos vocal entendre. I wouldn't worry too much about this except that the dreams are recurring and

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[thegirliscrazy]

Meantime. That's what my life is, thanks for putting a word to it. Meantimes are hard, and...that's all I got? You'll make it through, b/c you're Sticky and that's what you do. Make it through, even when you think you aren't. But I don't know what to say to make you feel better. Well, there's nothing I could say, like when someone's loved one dies and you know there's nothing you can do, but you still want to offer some words of comfort. I don't know what wonderful words of comfort I could say that would bandage the wound, or what have you.

I posted in my journal before I read my friend's list, I just thought you should know that. So that last post I made...erm...weird coincidence. Very true, but very eery. Eerie. Erie. Whatev. I don't know what to say, I'm horrible at the whole comfort thing.

I'd say I'll call you, but I can't make outgoing calls right now. Urgh.