Saturday, early afternoon

[fflo]

Oh, hello, everybody. Anybody. (I tend to assume hardly anyone, if anyone, 'zout there on Saturday. Out this there. Cuz they're all out that there, right?)

shmizla is sharing music. I'm trying to be patient with my dial-up download.

A cloud's just come over, and now I can see that there are a few other clouds up there. It looks just fine outside, but I can't say as how it's irresistably inviting, as I'm having no trouble resisting.

I must remind myself how glad I am to be able to be swamped by emotion again. I know as well as I know anything that this state is better than the other. Celebrate it, Lisa. Don't worry about how much you find yourself talking to yourself.

Finally, O's first track is ready for me to hear, and I can stop playing the wrenching "Frankenstein" & be (little doubt) otherwise wrenched....





I'm Patty, which ambiguous dyke are you? Quiz by Turi.
Yeah, right--- Patty's ambiguous. And I'm the manipulator, and Patti's a pool hustler, and (shame shame shame) you can't see Katie's hips.

Comments

[queerbychoice.livejournal.com]

Well, your comment above does seem to be a pretty good hint at this point.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

What--- you never heard of an athlete felled by tragic disease? Like Brian Piccolo, or that catcher for the Evils that they did that Bang The Drum movie about, or that QB for Washington whose leg snapped in that episode of The Simpsons??