Sep 24
Back, again
I’m back from the hospital, again. Last night was definitely better, but things have been worse.
I keep thinking about certain people, one in particular. I could write much more, I surely could, but I’m tired. Exhausted, really. I want to sleep for thousand years sometimes, but only sometimes. There are reasons to wake up, not always many, but enough. I wonder who’s thinking about me while I think about them.
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I have been.
We all know you just like going there for the jello. :p
“I wonder who’s thinking about me while I think about them.”
What a great question. I’d wager there are a lot of us thinking of you. But only a fortunate few would be known by you. 😉
I used to be a Jell-O addict back in the day…
Anyway, I don’t really know how fortunate those people really are, those people known by me.
I think about you, Michael.
Beware of giving into hopelessness and falling into the trap of putting yourself down. Mike…You know there are lots of people who love you for you and for no other reason. So it’s time to slam the door shut on self-pity, embrace all the love coming your way, and focus on light!!
I find myself thinking of you just about everyday.
Sending all my healing vibes your way.
Weird. I was about to post this:
“It’s admirable that you allow your blog to become a forum for people to vehemently spout their views – since it is YOUR blog, after all. Your recently acquired religious zealot reminds me a lot of my paranoid conspiracy theorist dad. You’ve much more patience than I!”
…And then my internet browser crashed. Dun dun DUN!!
i’ve always loved your blog. always being since about, oh, a few months ago…
i love it, and you for that matter, for your honesty. even when its ugly. even when it pisses me off. even when its pretty. i am quite jealous of the fact that you can be so honest since i find that i can’t.
what’s strange though is, that for all the honesty and Mike insights it offers. its barely a reflection of you. you are seen better in even smaller moments: an eyebrow waggle or a knowing evil eye.
i’ll speak for myself, i never think about you. 😉
Well, first, I think the blog should be totally pure. I write exactly what’s in my head. The comments should be just as pure. Back in May I got a bunch of really nasty comments about a photo I posted. It’s a long story, but a bunch forums picked up the photo and people went on about me being hideous, and I should die in a fire, and so on. I deleted them because someone asked me to, but I wish I hadn’t. This blog, and my old blogs are a record of me, a record for nobody in particular, but I really don’t want things edited. I edit too much outside the blog, at least I used to, I want one really honest part of me.
Also, Monica, I never think about you either. Like, never. Ever. Especially not right now. Nope.
Obviously you’re talking about me. and yes.. I’m always thinking about you too.
this post is very flattering.
* Blush.
* smootch.
PS
wheres my photo’s you promised me you miserable bastard?