i'm almost 100%. pretty damn close to sure it is just the crazy talking. the tremendously good feelin, the happy smile testing the waters of near explosion, the strange undeniable sense of silent giggle. I have no grasp as to what could make me feel so, vaguely blissful, carefree. fucking whatever this feeling is. pure mania perhaps. maybe distilled and then dissolved into the vat of stress and longing that is my fetid swamp of a brain.
maybe it's the pink steamer i'm drinking. i mean, really, it's pink.
maybe it's the pink steamer i'm drinking. i mean, really, it's pink.
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I used to be called cutriver, and we used to be pals.
I am, I'm afraid, BACK!
I have been surreptitiously checking out your jrnl from time to time while I've been off-SG, and have been pleased to see that you are your old, grumbly-humorous self. I'm looking forward to catching up, but right now, I got fish to fry!