i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
i'm just a winner, i mean whiner . . .

look, kids, i'm not complaining that i have to work on friendship and sometimes i even work for my friends, i'm just saying that after the extended hermitude, it is a culture shock just how much time and energy is spent on friendships.

i love my friends. i'd damn near lay down and die for a close friend. i'd move your home on the basis of a few well spent evenings. i am an all-or-nothing kinda person. i don't even want to change that.

it's just exhausting when all the friends have to either move or go through crises all at the same time! i'd rather be there for them than let their own mothers do it, truly, and i don't begrudge the time or energy spent on people i love.

don't forget, i choose you, just as much as you choose me.

i simply got all "internal" now i have to switch to "external" mode.

now give me some love, dammit!


2 days till i choke on it.

confessed on Thursday, Nov. 06, 2003