I'm going to be more forgiving of myself for now, the home internet is still majorly borked.Once its back up, then i'll go back to more regular updates. For now, random thoughts over the last couple of days :
John Denver's Annie's Song still leaves me indescribably maudlin. Both longing for a love that fills up my senses, and someone who begs me to love them again. Every single time.
It's The Lad's birthday today. I greeted him and manfully resisted doing any more, doing anything that could be creepy. Augh. I wish i could be over this crush on him.
No home internet is fucking crippling.
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