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smiley-faced goose bumps ok, so I am reading smoog again and smiling as I usually do (between wide-eyed giggles and wistful kitten-wishes about adoption) and and I find myself leaving a comment about her buttocks and it dawns on me that I am a way-too-happy child most of the time, especially since I have so dang much to be depressed about (the usual stuff, broken dreams, shattered hopes, betrayed promises, stolen treasure, massive head trauma, industrial strength abuse, the human condition and the general malaise of modern society)... and your concerns about me (and praises and supports and lovingnesses) are so wonderfully endearing that my smiley-faced goose bumps (what?... you never saw goose bumps with smiley-faces painted on them?... that's no temporary tattoo, after all) are shedding tears of joy (no, that's not just persperation)... it is so strange to feel so warmly attached to a place, this Diaryland world (so is it your attention that makes me feel strange?... well, it's a good strange, really)... believing in magic is a good thing, right? (of course it is, silly)... maybe even tickling the childinside to peek out...
blips of light beats of my heart at the sight of your words of your names my world has never been the same since you arrived your words have lifted me and every time your love has gifted me with blessings of your heart as I read more of you I find myself so comfortable what else can I do but say thank you and hug you and squeeze you and love you and tell you how much you mean to me it's like this here's a kiss you are someone that I miss when I don't hear from you for a while and when I see you again I wish you could see my smile taping keys to the screens who'd believe how much it means in your words in your names my world is sharing your acclaim since you arrived your words have lifted me and every time your love has gifted me with blessings of your heart as I read more of you I find myself so comfortable what else can I do but say thank you and hug you and squeeze you and love you and tell you how much you mean to me it's like this here's a kiss you are someone that I miss when I don't hear from you for a while and when I see you again I wish you could see my smile I'll be back to finish this later... for some reason I felt this was incomplete, unfinished, not quite done... that might be because the people I want to thank are not all listed in this entry or in my profile or in my linkers list or anywhere accessible on the web (yes, there are people without web access and I love them and wish to thank them to in spite of their technological handicaps and since this particular entry is one of the more personalized rambles you should see me playfully teasing grin right about here J even if it is still as minimally graphic as ever)... I re-juggled my profile tonight a bit (not nearly enough to feel it accurately reflects my favorites and influences, but it is an ongoing process that will never be complete (hopefully the same will not be said about this entry, huh?) and I must retrace my finger-steps by reviewing history (alas, most is eraced before I get to it) and favorite folders to find the addresses of newly found favorites diaries and then the profile does not give space for favorite reads that are not DLand diaries so I should find time for a favorites pages of my own design and eventually, as so many things in life, that desire will be fulfilled (there's always hope, remember?)... and we won't even go into how challenging it is to try to fit into those small character-limited boxes all the music and books and movies and other (what, no room for other?) influences and favorites that inspires, delight, puzzle, and otherwise demand attention at least from time to time, if not on a regularly addictive basis... so how to truly thank someone for (oh no, not To Sir, With Love again) taking me from crayons to cyberbits?... hopefully the gleeful laughter I try to share right here, right now, is... never enough... but a satisfying moment for the moment... until next time, dear readers, listed and not listed, I do truly love you all (even if we never know). previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |