figmentation

Love is in action.

One of the most selfcentered people I know fell in love.
I know this to be true because when her current relationship was starting the fella was off in new orleans for a couple of weeks to help with animal rescue post hurricane junk. She was to pick him up when he got home. She walked to work for a week to make sure she would have the gas in her car to drive to the airport to pick him up.

This girl would do that for no one other than her love.
no one.
not even her best friend.

Love is definatly known through action.



pt 2:
Sweet Carolina as sung by tuweey and all of us keeps playing in my head.
(I think i'm feeling alittle homesick for it.)


Pt 3
There are monsters under my bed and the nightmares are back again.
I don't know why.
There's nothing specific to cause them in the waking hours.
They're unrelated to anything...
minus maybe intense dejavu and it's associated details while I'm awake.
The whole thing is leaving my tumy rather unpleasent. even wine, which normally mellows me is an irratant.
It's creepy.

(There's a reason I don't watch horror movies.)