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07 August 2008 @ 06:02 am
How . . . embarrassin' . . .  

I really wasnʼt fishing. I was just, you know, thinking out loud. You guys are the best. No, nobody said anything in particular, I was … I dunno … I guess I was puttinʼ 2 and 2 together and gettinʼ 42. Or something. Not unlike many other fen, I'm more sensitive than a gnatʼs eyelash … more dense than a powerful locomotive … able to leap tall imaginary mental constructs at a single bound! Look! Down on the ground! Itʼs a bird! Itʼs a squirrel! No … itʼs … GonnaEatSomeWormsMan!


More later, Iʼm sure. For now, gotta get my *ss to work.

Peter Hentgesjbru on August 7th, 2008 12:14 pm (UTC)
It took me a good long while to learn how to accept the compliments and love of my friends. I'm glad you're getting some practice in this too. 'Cause we do likes you, you know.
Feelings are what you make of themmrsmodew on August 7th, 2008 01:13 pm (UTC)
I totally understand, love. More electronic hugs!!
dd-bdd_b on August 7th, 2008 03:02 pm (UTC)
If we thought you were fishing, as opposed to depressed, we probably wouldn't care nearly as much how you were feeling, you know?