I'm dreaming of a wet christmas. That's right, folks. What we have here is a good, old fashioned Texas anamoly. It's raining cats. And, as we all know, nothing inspires me to write more than the *pit-clack-pat* of rain
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Oh, we could discuss both Dune and Neil Gaiman for hours and hours and I would never be bored. I met Mr. Gaiman once. He was so terribly elegant and charming. Remind me to tell you the story - you would love it.
Sounds something like me. I was walking around very heart broken today for reasons, if we still lived together, I would of talked to you about as soon as I came into the room..I was just feeling like crap and very sorry for myself, so I took a walk and being wheeled past me was a kid who may have been mentally retarded and I suddenly was like, I should be happy I am able to feel this way and express my feelings and understand them..It was very good to think about because it didn't erase the pain but it made it me stop feeling bad for myself. A few years ago I'd be happy to even have a girl to sulk over
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