she's got a hold on me, i need the remedy.
Dear Dana,
This entry is central around one person; Dana. First I have to point out how lame she is because she won't post to the Love Meme like everyone else. What's up with that? Now I have to go to the trouble of making this entry that explains how lame (and maybe I'll go into how cool she is too. maybe) she is because she won't post to it. Really, it would have been easier for me if she just posted to the damn thing. :|;;
... But despite that, Dana actually isn't all that lame. I tease her all day and night and (hope) I make her smile, and of course there's a reason for that. I love Dana. More than any words I could ever possibly fathom could ever possibly say. Dana is one of the greatest friends I've ever had, and I honestly cannot imagine how I used to live without her cute little songs or her sappy tree times. Dana is amazing. She can brighten my day with one IM or text message and for that, I'm in debt to her. I can't tell you how many times I've been in a... bad mood, and Dana has made it better just by being there. She absolutely wonderful and it's about time we all tell her that.
I remember once, a really long time ago, she may not even remember aksjdjahkj, I told Dana that if I could, I'd take her voice and put it in a box so I could open it up and listen to it at any time to cheer me up. I still want that. It would be a tiny little box in an off-white, almost pale yellow color, with a top that could come completely off. There would be a bow to tie it off, and that would be a dark blue and made of velvet and it would be perfect, and I would almost not want to take the ribbon off because it would look so wonderful. But I know that even if the box could cheer me up, the voice inside would be about a thousand times better.
So I'll tug on both ends of the ribbon, and it would fall apart in my hands. I'd briefly complain about how I'd never get it to look the same again, before realizing I still wasn't done. I'd put my hand on the top of the box and, ever so slowly, I'd pick up a small corner of the lid and listen to the wonderful voice that pours out of the box for maybe two seconds, if I'm feeling generous.
But I wouldn't listen to more. You know why? Because I want to treasure Dana's cute and perfect little voice. I don't want to waste this gift she's given me. So even though I'm tempted to be selfish and listen to her voice all day and all night and have it spill out of that little box and into my ears, I resist. I want Dana's voice to remain fresh and new in my head, and every time I hear it, I want to feel like it's the first time, and I'm feeling all these feelings for the very first time.
But hey, her voice isn't the only thing Dana's got going for her. If I could describe Dana in one sentence, it would go as follows;
Sweetheart.
Think about it for an instant. What does being a sweetheart mean to you? When I think of sweetheart, I think selfless. Generous. Motherly. Worry wart. Compassionate. Empathetic. Strong. Loving. Lovely. Simplistic. And courageous.
For a short sentence, it says a lot.
Those are all qualities that pop up off the top of my head when I think of Dana. Even if she can't see them in herself, they're small little traits that I always place with her in my mind. And maybe I'm wrong, who knows? Maybe Dana isn't a sweetheart. And maybe I'm actually a 60-year-old Russian man.
Yeah.
I'm not wrong, and I know it. Everyone knows it. Anyone who's ever spoken to Dana knows that she is, inevitably, a sweetheart, down to the very last fibers of her being. I think it's people's definition of "sweetheart" that changes, so Dana might get a little confused about what people are actually saying about her. So let's break the word down right now, yeah?
Sweetheart
Sweet Heart
noun / adjective
def : To have a sweet heart; having a heart that's sweet.
Now forgive me if I'm wrong, but that seems like a pretty straight to the boot definition of Dana. So let's change the definition.
Sweetheart
Sweet Heart
noun / adjective
def: see: Dana.
So Dana, you officially cannot deny it when people call you sweetheart, because that is who you are. From the bottom of your feet to the tips of your hair, you are a sweetheart, and nothing you can ever say or do will ever change that. Got it? ♥
Good morning Dana. I hope next time you post to the Love Meme, because otherwise this will never stop. I can write pages and pages about how much I love you and you know I can. So make it a little easier on me, okay? c:
Also; I'm leaving this entry open to the public so this can serve as Dana's ghetto Love thread. So if anyone on my F-list knows people who love Dana, be sure to link them here so they can tl;dr about her too.
:)
oh and akjshj Dana, here's a present for you. I hope you like it! ♥
This entry is central around one person; Dana. First I have to point out how lame she is because she won't post to the Love Meme like everyone else. What's up with that? Now I have to go to the trouble of making this entry that explains how lame (and maybe I'll go into how cool she is too. maybe) she is because she won't post to it. Really, it would have been easier for me if she just posted to the damn thing. :|;;
... But despite that, Dana actually isn't all that lame. I tease her all day and night and (hope) I make her smile, and of course there's a reason for that. I love Dana. More than any words I could ever possibly fathom could ever possibly say. Dana is one of the greatest friends I've ever had, and I honestly cannot imagine how I used to live without her cute little songs or her sappy tree times. Dana is amazing. She can brighten my day with one IM or text message and for that, I'm in debt to her. I can't tell you how many times I've been in a... bad mood, and Dana has made it better just by being there. She absolutely wonderful and it's about time we all tell her that.
I remember once, a really long time ago, she may not even remember aksjdjahkj, I told Dana that if I could, I'd take her voice and put it in a box so I could open it up and listen to it at any time to cheer me up. I still want that. It would be a tiny little box in an off-white, almost pale yellow color, with a top that could come completely off. There would be a bow to tie it off, and that would be a dark blue and made of velvet and it would be perfect, and I would almost not want to take the ribbon off because it would look so wonderful. But I know that even if the box could cheer me up, the voice inside would be about a thousand times better.
So I'll tug on both ends of the ribbon, and it would fall apart in my hands. I'd briefly complain about how I'd never get it to look the same again, before realizing I still wasn't done. I'd put my hand on the top of the box and, ever so slowly, I'd pick up a small corner of the lid and listen to the wonderful voice that pours out of the box for maybe two seconds, if I'm feeling generous.
But I wouldn't listen to more. You know why? Because I want to treasure Dana's cute and perfect little voice. I don't want to waste this gift she's given me. So even though I'm tempted to be selfish and listen to her voice all day and all night and have it spill out of that little box and into my ears, I resist. I want Dana's voice to remain fresh and new in my head, and every time I hear it, I want to feel like it's the first time, and I'm feeling all these feelings for the very first time.
But hey, her voice isn't the only thing Dana's got going for her. If I could describe Dana in one sentence, it would go as follows;
Sweetheart.
Think about it for an instant. What does being a sweetheart mean to you? When I think of sweetheart, I think selfless. Generous. Motherly. Worry wart. Compassionate. Empathetic. Strong. Loving. Lovely. Simplistic. And courageous.
For a short sentence, it says a lot.
Those are all qualities that pop up off the top of my head when I think of Dana. Even if she can't see them in herself, they're small little traits that I always place with her in my mind. And maybe I'm wrong, who knows? Maybe Dana isn't a sweetheart. And maybe I'm actually a 60-year-old Russian man.
Yeah.
I'm not wrong, and I know it. Everyone knows it. Anyone who's ever spoken to Dana knows that she is, inevitably, a sweetheart, down to the very last fibers of her being. I think it's people's definition of "sweetheart" that changes, so Dana might get a little confused about what people are actually saying about her. So let's break the word down right now, yeah?
Sweetheart
Sweet Heart
noun / adjective
def : To have a sweet heart; having a heart that's sweet.
Now forgive me if I'm wrong, but that seems like a pretty straight to the boot definition of Dana. So let's change the definition.
Sweetheart
Sweet Heart
noun / adjective
def: see: Dana.
So Dana, you officially cannot deny it when people call you sweetheart, because that is who you are. From the bottom of your feet to the tips of your hair, you are a sweetheart, and nothing you can ever say or do will ever change that. Got it? ♥
Good morning Dana. I hope next time you post to the Love Meme, because otherwise this will never stop. I can write pages and pages about how much I love you and you know I can. So make it a little easier on me, okay? c:
Also; I'm leaving this entry open to the public so this can serve as Dana's ghetto Love thread. So if anyone on my F-list knows people who love Dana, be sure to link them here so they can tl;dr about her too.
:)
oh and akjshj Dana, here's a present for you. I hope you like it! ♥