It's About Time...

19.2.06

seeking: eternally grateful (last known alias: eg mudy)

scared. confused. vulnerable.

(but external comfort is not what i seek. i thank you, sincerely, anyway.)

i went to church today.
broken.
healed, for the first time.
not healed by them, but by my decision to go.
"supporting" a friend.
curiosity.
underlying need.

not afraid
of churches, anyway;
of being in them, that is to say.

i've carried myself through the last (nearly) four years.
i needed to bear that burden;
to feel self-sufficient, self-sustaining, self-aware and to prove that these descriptions of me were self-evident.

weakness- the is the most liquid word in the whole english language. put a price tag on that word and try to sell it universally; you'll never make the same sale twice.

capable. i. am.
capable.
all by my lonesome. too.
i'm no kitten stuck up a tree.
i need no crutch to get me by.

the service ended today and i felt relieved, rejuvinated, and resiliant. and, for the first time in a long time, i felt a resonance in my long-forgotten soul. in fact, i remembered that i had one.

16.2.06

Living up to my acronised name...

Snowball fights with Christine, high stakes poker nights with Emily, warming cuddles under the blankets with Anna: ceci est ma vie.

15.2.06

The Lost is Found!

The dead alive
The prisoner is reprieved!

Yesterday, as an I-love-you-and-I-found-this-outside-while-the-dog-took-a-crap Valentine's Day surprise, Anna returned my phone to me! Woo-hoo!

She also made me a card (with a pop-up heart) and took me out to dinner. No rules, just right- Outback Steakhouse, baby. We broke ALL the SB rules!!! But it was soooo worth it. :)

13.2.06

Oh, dude....

I lost my cellphone in the snow the other day. I feel like I'm at a complete loss... not because I'm missing all the calls ('cos, let's face it, I never used my cellphone except for...), but because I lost all those pictures that I took with my cellphone and were stored in my cellphone.

Dammit.

Those of you who know how to find me will.

If not, I check my email a hundred times a day... eternallygrateful ---> g mail dot come, er, i mean, com.