July 09, 2002 - 8:13 PM
There are some days that I just WISH this thing was a weblog rather than a page-by-page thing. Then you could see my thoughts for ONE day all together on the same screen. Gah. When I get my page.
There are very few people who can manage to get smiles out of me when I am as depressed as I am now. Tiger, K, Spectre and Croissant.
Croissant, whom I adore, got me into the whole online journal thing. So this is really her fault - and I thank her for it every day. It's been such a good... therapy... thingie.... for me (and I called this entry "waxing eloquent"? THERAPY THINGIE? sheesh).
ICQ Conversation With Croissant:
Me: *smiles* You're a little gem, you know that? You're a delight. A little spark of joy. You're like that little flarey bit that happens when you light a match and it catches, and then you're the warm little flame... fragile, but entirely comforting.
Croissant: You're just waxing eloquent over me cos I adore you and love you and you're my big sister. *grins and hugs*
Me:*is forced to laugh* Yeah, you're right. You're a pain in the arse. But I love you anyway.
