No friends?

have you ever seen "PI" ?. ne way i dont have many friends either so i understand what you mean

Every time I read your journal I want to give you a hug. Today I also want to give you a cookie. And i sandwich.

I wish I could eat pancakes with whipped cream and bacon and be a size two. Or maybe a size 6 even. Damn.

What was I saying. I don't know. Hugs. Yes. I want to hug you. Because you and I would be friends in real life.

well PI is a movie about a mathematician who believes that everything can be understood in terms of numbers, he studies PI the greek letter which also stands for the number 3.14 in math PI is used as part of a formula for calculating the diameter or circumference of a circle.

Now this ties into the movie in the way that because the main character can see everything in terms of numbers he also sees patterns in everything around him like leaves, the spirals that cigarette smoke makes, cream in coffee makes and number sequences in the stock market, i think thats how he makes his living he predicts the stock market and cashes in on other peoples investments.

ne way thats that the movie goes on into bcs he can do what he does there are many people out to try and use him to get what they need, a sect of jewish mystics for instance want him to convert numbers into the name of god to bring about armageddon or something

yeah well the movie isn't like your average run of the mill blockbusters but it's not as though the director tried too hard to make it different, it's pretty well thought out, just has this insanely paranoid feel throughout the whole thing

check it out its worth the time

You should come to new york. We can go shopping and I can live vicariously through you as you buy size 2 clothes.

And we'll eat 3 meals a day. But healthy ones, so you can actually wear the clothes we buy.

Why are you shrinking so much, my love?

Not that it matters. I like Benni in all shapes and sizes.

I'm listening (unavoidably, against my will, over the sound of my stereo) to my neighbors - in the building across from me, no less, not even adjoining mine - make with their trademark panting, screaming, Earth-shaking love yet again. These are the same folks who I see - daily - as they mope into and out of their (expensive, nicely furnished) apartment and their (expensive, sporty) cars, looking quite miserable whether coming or going. I have had time to ponder their behavior and am still working on my hypothesis, but I'm trying this on for size; I think they are incredibly unhappy people, clinging to each other for dear life, desperately (and demonstrably, for all we neighbors as surrogates for the greater world, to bear witness to) attempting to fuck the pain away nightly, while whatever problems they have in the other 95% of their lives continue to grow and fester and become further entrenched and remain unresolved.

And I’m not a therapist and don’t play one on TV, but this is interesting, yes?

So I'm not sure if alone - painful as it often is and can be (I’m there myself and have been for years, by choice mostly) - is necessarily worse.

I'll send you a(nother) psychic hug - hope it finds you.

The pleasure is all mine. Please take care of yourself. Love you verily. Goddnight.

You didn't happen to shuffle any of those waffles in your purse too did you? I'd gladly pay you for one on tuesday for a waffle today...errr...tonight.

P.S. You're cute as a button.

Several buttons even!