If you're here reading this, you've either landed upon it from my body fitness site link, my facebook link, or have randomly by search engine for something that probably isn't here. If you're here from facebook and the big sky country, then you shouldn't be here. RATHER, you should be calling me or texting me even if I'm at work or sleeping or cleaning up poopy cat butts. This is my life right now, and, if you miss me, you should tell me.
Last night's conversation felt good, despite the fact of things being far from optimal in my family. I miss talking to you. I think I long missed talking to you, perhaps for many many months. Teleport. I could have used a hug. I could have used a really good haven't-seen-Sara-in-months kind of hug. I can play it strong, but I'm still at less than optimal myself. I am really sorry I am not better for you, or was better for you when we spent time together. But, last night sure was nice.
I still don't understand what happened. I wish I did. I had been so frustrated and angry trying to figure it out for so long, and then last night we spoke again. You don't have to check-in here. I hardly have the time or patience to write anymore, especially with limited internet and a failing computer. Just call me. Then teleport.
Monday, August 15, 2011
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