I find myself wanting to write less about the humorous and more about the serious in this, my journal. Or at least in this journal entery.
Why is it that men can't cry unless the 'alpha' male cries first? Crying is a group activity for women, isn't it?
How do you view death? A new beginning? A tragic ending? A fact of life, like taxes? Not to sound emo, but is death REALLY the only absolute a human being has to look forward to?
They're remaking The Crow.
My hand itches.
My Gay Pride Funkey won't sit up for some reason.
Upon further examination of GPF, I've discovered that he needs to be thrown in the wash.
If Father Abel Nightroad were to have a throw down with Alucard, who would make the best key lime pie?
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My mind is just spitting these things out as I sit here, to keep me from 1) worring, 2) being sad and 3) calling him to ask if he's alright.
If I call, I know what he'd say, even if he was upset. That's the way of the two.
-sigh-
Well, nonexistant faithful readers, I guess that's it.
Yes.
My avatar is grieving. If you want to make me a happier dream avi to get my mind of this weekend, by all means, start tektekin'.
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