hmm. i see the picture of drunken exhuberance. a rare one. me dancing. its kinda liberating writing an online journal when you know noone reads it. i dont know how i feel. i've felt the depression begin. then falter. i felt the old drug induced haze. slowly faded. now i actually have feelings i dont recognize. doesnt happen very often. rode my bicycle over six miles today. usually i ride one and take the bus the rest of the way to work. there is no face for how i feel.
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cindarrr:
Thankyou, It's so nice to know you have someone rooting for your ::team:: even if your team is sure to lose every game. Sorry i didn't get back to you very soon, but if you read my journal, which I get the impression you will, it explains why. I have 2 entries for today though.
cathedra:
wow thanks for the sweetness...you fucking rawk 