Never been one to let the carrier drop

I am still a child.. I am but a egg…

Whenever I think I’ve figured out most of the world.. that it’s all starting to fit togeather.. I discover there’s another level, that there’s things I hadn’t even counted upon. How long does this puzzle go on? How deep does the rabbit hole go?

It’s hidden far away
But someday I may tell
The tale of mental tangle
When into your world I fell

Without you now I wander,
sulking, secretly afraid
In your grasp, the fears don’t last
Though some of them have stayed

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Life’s like a movie..
write your own ending
Keep beleiving
Keep pretending
You’ve done just what you set out to do..

I had a really difficult night last night.. but I think I’m better now. At least somewhat better. I keep waiting for this to stop hurting.. defriending P. didn’t actually work because I still peek at her journal via URL, reading about her romantic getaways with J… I’m so stupid.

And I’m happy for her, that she’s moving on and finding her happy ending.. or at least happy next chapter.. and it’s about time I did so as well. Although.. it’s been less than a month, I think I can somewhat be forgiven for being unhappy. But can I be forgiven for calling, IMing, and emailing so many people last night?

Who knows. I presume my friends will tell me when I need to sit down and shut up. Actually, one of them kinda did last night 😉 But sometimes, you know, that’s just what you need to be told.

Humans are so silly. Can I pull a Aster, and become a flower? 😉 Actually, I think I’d rather be a dolphin.

Which File Extension are You?

Yep.

I don’t know.

But the next few weeks promise to be… interesting.

S.

A bunch of brig spods are coming to fluffy *bounce*

Sleep seems to again be eluding me. I miss P. horribly. I thought I was over this.

Everything comes in waves.. cycles.. it’s amazing how cyclic the universe is.

We’re playing a house party in Wedgewood tomorrow, and from all appearances it is going to be truly memorable. I just hope it’s not *too* memorable.. some of the described entertainments sound pretty intense. I can’t tell when these people are serious and when they’re joking, but if I come back with my pubic hair dyed and cut in the shape of a question mark, I guess we’ll know the answer to that.

It’ll probably just be a house party like any other, and they’re probably just trying to see how gullible I am. But.. well, you never know. Anyway, it’s another chance for MC to play, and I’m glad of that..

I wish I wasn’t so sad right now.

If it does turn out that LJ leans left, I find that very amusing. So literate people who aren’t afraid to share their lives with strangers are leftist? Imagine that!