Quote of the Moment:

    "It was one of those movies where I went and paid for the whole seat, but only needed the edge of it!"
    --Brodder, at just the right moment so that dimps and I nearly snorted rice

By hand

Flowers, letters, sparkles...whatever happened to those? Eye contact, gentle caresses, seduction, inhalations, and spontaneity...have I missed the memo on those too? Love songs, chocolates, surprises wrapped with ribbons. Perhaps I should just give up.

Dear ---,
    You were a very good wooer. And then, for whatever reason, you forgot how to do what you were good at. I'm sorry. For both of us.
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"Words calculated to catch everyone may catch no one."
    --Adlai E. Stevenson Jr.

Good thing I'm no good at math.
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"Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real."
    --Iris Murdoch

Let me know when you figure that out.

In writing

I'm so addicted to words that I've considered becoming some sort of hermit, reachable only by email or written letters. I'd become a recluse, pouring out book after book after book from endless hours of writing. Compared to some of the stuff that I have to go through, it's not such a bad notion.

About me

I love to write. Words just find a way to pour out of me, even when I don't need to speak in volumes. My emails are hardly ever just notes. Typed conversations are always in full sentences and thoroughly descriptive. And it's not like I TRY to do it that way, it just happens. Hence, the epic blog. Hence, the novel-length emails. Hence, the scribblings found everywhere I go; my room, my desk, my car, my office, my office windows (boss isn't too thrilled about that one, but it's ME).

I love written conversations. If someone were to write back to me, I'd keep up an email thread for a very long time. Most, unfortunately, can't keep up. I tend to get carried away when the going's good, and drown my partner in words and stories and questions and answers until it becomes too much and too intimidating to attempt respond. That makes me sad. I'm in an odd and lonely league of my own. I have yet to decide how proud I am about that fact.
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I think I'm November. (???!!!) If you've ever seen Sweet November, I'm the chick. I'm the chick that takes a guy in, cares for him, fixes him, turns his life around, sets him back on his feet, and then sends him back to his own life. Surely my opinion, but I've only left guys for the better...broken, but better. And I don't leave until he's fixed. Does that mean I like a challenge? Maybe. This part's not quite a finished thought...just one of those meandering notions that continues to prove itself true...

Wee hour wonderings

Ask and you shall receive.

Most are too afraid to ask. Many are too ignorant to be so selfness (meaning that they don't realize they can do more, not just that they're dumb). But give a little on either end, and it can be amazing.
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You can call it conceited, but I call it confidence: I will never be in short supply of good friends. Great friends.
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Sole drivers are assholes for driving in the carpool lanes.
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When something's wrong with you, your body tries to tell you in whatever ways it can. The best thing you can do for yourself, is to learn its language, and listen. And if you can't figure it out, then seek help in deciphering it. We all need a little help sometimes.
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Second opinions never hurt. Even when you're sure, it never hurts to be doubly sure. It's not that you're doubting yourself if you ask someone else, you're only boosting your confidence. Different points of view can offer a whole new world of insight on something that you may have thought to be only one dimensional at the beginning.
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Don't sweat the small stuff.
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    "It's not how much you do, but how much love you put into doing it."
    --Mother Teresa

I motivate me

Sheer determination

When I want something badly enough, nothing will stop me from getting it.