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maderrI'm not going to lie. I fucking hate that most of my nights are spent sitting alone on my couch, with no one to ask about my day or listen to me. For all I hated LC, I liked coming home to turn my lousy nights into funny stories. Brandie was often my main audience with this, and when I talk to my family I still try to do it. I am, at heart, a storyteller. Though not much of a talker, when I do talk I try to be interesting (sthough I think I fail as often as I succeed, for all I'm a storyteller I'm too shy to be anything but clumsy as a speaker). So it often hits me hard that I have no one to talk to me and listen to me most nights.
But as much as I whine and complain about the immediate environment, I never forget I have my peeps here. You guys go above and beyond for me all the damned time, and you put up with my histrionics when you do not have too. Never doubt it's appreciated, and whenever I can return the favor, I am more than willing.
The everyday might leave me feeling like a freak and a reject, but I do have a place.
Heh. Even if I use too many adjectives ^_~ (which, is kinda really fucking funny when you think about it, since the complaint I most often hear from my regulars is that I don't describe things enough).
But as much as I whine and complain about the immediate environment, I never forget I have my peeps here. You guys go above and beyond for me all the damned time, and you put up with my histrionics when you do not have too. Never doubt it's appreciated, and whenever I can return the favor, I am more than willing.
The everyday might leave me feeling like a freak and a reject, but I do have a place.
Heh. Even if I use too many adjectives ^_~ (which, is kinda really fucking funny when you think about it, since the complaint I most often hear from my regulars is that I don't describe things enough).
