You know how I seem quiet and distant sometimes? It's cuz I am. It doesn't mean I love you any less. Or that I'm any less receptive to you putting things in places.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
As I throw each one of you a kiss
I've been busy as a beaver these past few days, but damned if I can figure out if this dam is really worth building. Instinct (and my teutonic heritage) takes over, though, and I just work, work, work. I do enjoy the structure and the commerce and the service of it all, but I'd rather be doing it someplace like here (my current screen background):
You know how I seem quiet and distant sometimes? It's cuz I am. It doesn't mean I love you any less. Or that I'm any less receptive to you putting things in places.
You know how I seem quiet and distant sometimes? It's cuz I am. It doesn't mean I love you any less. Or that I'm any less receptive to you putting things in places.
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Putting what 'things' in what 'places?'
We'll have lunch at The Ritz Carlton; promise.
You know JUST what to say. It was one of those days that sneak up on you today. Honestly, I joked about Wellbutrin, but I think I may have to consider it more seriously. This has been a de facto presence in my life for as long as I can remember, but it seems to be getting more frequent and more oppressive. Why am I putting this up for public consumption? This is an old post and seems like it's just us. Cute story--as much as I love my Mom, on the phone today she said she thought I seemed down. I told her about how I'm feeling trapped and unhappy and needing to make a major change. She was then all, "Oh, it'll pass. I gotta go meet the ladies for lunch!" Like I don't know I'm in this alone, as we all are, but that did emphasize the point for me. Of course, I never help matters. I've been avoiding exercise for a few days when I know that always helps. Last night I listened to Meditation from Thais over and over again. Impossibly romantic...and impossibly sad if you're feeling alone. Oh, and then I started watching the last season of SFU today. Self-abuse, without question, although the crying seemed therapeutic. I can't believe they showed George getting shock therapy, just like my beloved Grandma did. And being all confused after. Just like she was. OK. Crying again. Boy, this was a ramble. I'm secretly hoping no one sees this, but then I'm still sending it out there. Unedited. Warts and all, bitches.
I'm a frog...so I know about warts. Come here and kiss me, my Prince.
Okay..that's out in the public now, too. Fuck. But your distress will pass. YOU will move forward, upward and over. Because you can. And will. And I will be here to catch you should you fall.
It's the morning. And you're right. Not great, but better. You're a mensch, MG.
:: donning ANNIE wig... ::
"...Tomorrow...Tomorrow..."
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