First of all, hi ___! I'm sorry I'm the worst sort of correspondent, but you can always have alooksee here to know what's happening in my life. But sorry, can't give away those names..*L*

I feel trapped on the GLCR board, and I'm going to have to quit before my head explodes.

Hi, ___ and ___--hope you enjoy the party!

I"m way too tired to even hold my head up, much less talk about ___, whom I think is terrific, and working so hard on himself, and ___, the man I wish I could be, or be for, I forget which *L*, and more and more after that. I just can't do it. Tell ya what, I'll go to bed now, and if I wake up less messed up, I'll add an adendum...

Or not. Anyway, last thought...

"I want the things that I had before: Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door. I wish I could count to ten and make everything wonderful again..."-Everclear, Wonderful

August 12/02

Back, less sad, more conscious. Know what it is, I think. Well, number one of course is the almighty fucking dollar, which makes it impossible for me to even send out a fucking postcard when I want to, and don't even get me started on the bills...

And I'm nervous about today. Don't know why, it's not like I don't do this every darned Sunday. I just want it to be nice, I guess. I'm feeling insecure about my place in the world, and want to get the gratification from my friends, without actually yelling "TELL ME I"M PRETTY!" and bursting into tears *L*

Oh well, as I was just singing to ___: "you gotta accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, something something affirmative, and dont look for mister-in-between..." *LOL

Yeah, I'm a goof.

Oh, and I'm not going to talk about that, either, in case you were wondering. I have the strongest impression that nobody wants to hear it anyway...

see ya later.