...and continued

At the risk of alienating myself from sensible humanity, I need to confess to terribly overwhelming urges to send pings to a number of people.

current count:
110 hours since.

(and it does count. because of the lack of expectation, and the lack of provocation, so there.)

this has become a production, i don't like that. i was, even when i knew people were reading, able to say just exactly all i was worried about even if couched in obscure esoteric references. what has changed, then? perhaps it is the fact that i no longer need to purge as often as i used to. is that it? have i turned into a more balanced, less emotional person? perhaps yes. i think it's the girl friends. what a startling development!

>_<

omgwtf!!!!111!!!!one!!!

Cycles of three?? Are you kidding?
Please tell me this is only becuse one can draw parallels between any two people, given that they are sufficiently not-dissimilar.
omgomgomg
:O
SHOCK!!! DESPAIR!!! UTTERLY INEXPLICABLE JOY AT INNER GLIMPSE INTO THE WORKINGS OF THE UNIVERSE!!!!

hahahahahahahhaa
shit. :| I'm a repeater.


laughter or tears?

...and counting

73 hours since.

56 unacknowledged pings.
274 evidences of correspondence.

I don't have to read them all in one day, though, do I? But no, and this means I have something to do till the weekend.

emo kid emo kid!!!
This page reads differently now that I know the rabbit's reading it.
Hello, rabbit. You are ossum and I love you and here's one (1) number big hug for you. I'll finish writing that letter soon, I promise.
:)

I don't like being conscious of the lameness of my complaints. I was perfectly happy wallowing in self-pity on this page right up to maddox yesterday. Now I can't be happily miserable. And the clear signs of obsession don't help.

Meanwhile, what am I doing about all them poisonous moments? Tomorrow. Saturday. Sunday. What can I do in a day? What can I? Yes I can, yes.