Would you mind if I sat next to you…

…and watched you smile.

     Too much fuzz in my brain to think clearly, so I’ll break it down, pour it out, and try to make as much sense out of it as possible.

     I’m listening to Fall Out Boy, waiting for someone to stop by so we can roam the countryside etc.  We have top go to at least 2 places…1)Dillards to harass Megtastic, and 2)Dollar General to harass Tibbi-chan.  Today shall therefore be renamed harass others day 🙂

     Just had the most super-intense conversation of my life, and almost lost it(cried)…and for the first time it wasn’t because I was hurting.  I would have cried for happiness…however dumb and girly that may be.  Honestly it scares me a bit.  And some conversations I just can’t have…I just don’t want to…they make me uncomfortable, but we have them…and my neres twitch with the desire to switch the topic both abruptly and completely.
    
     Those of you who know me…do my words dance?  Do I tango right past the subjects I don’t wish to discuss?  Do I waltz in circles around the issues I can’t face, skimming the surface to render the illusion that I am answering to it, without ever really doing that at all?  This worries me…

     How many smiles do I have?

     I have to get it together, get a real job, figure out where I’m living this summer…home? roanoake? who knows….

     On pleasant news….Gaga and Aunt Linda are staying for the whole winter!!!  😀