Jei and I went downstate this weekend to visit Sabine and Ben and had a fabulous time. There’s so much to sum up and talk about, but I really want to touch on two things first: Sabine and I made our own journals and there is a new series of Peach Girl. First, Peach Girl. This new series is after “Change of Heart”. Don’t worry, Toji doesn’t stick his fat head in the way of things, oh no, it’s even better: Sae stars. Yep, that’s right, forget Momo… well, she’s in it- but the jist is that K and Momo are in college and Sae has to retake her senior year. I ask you this- I ask you- WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT SAE?! I want… Kailey… and Momo… Please, I would like to know someone else’s obsessed opinion about this. I saw volumes one and two at the bookstore when Sabine and I were looking at the journals. Which leads me right on to the next bullet point:

I have so many personal journals it’s disgusting, but I burn through them quite a bit, and it seems as though all the good ones have jumped in price from the old days when they were $20 or a hurtful $25, to a massive $40-$60. I jest not. Ouch.

So we decided we’d buy a five dollar black “refill” journal and decorate them ourselves. We also got some wonderful fountain pens and spent some of our evening practicing with them. Four hours (that’s including all the time browsing through the bookstore and all of Michael’s) and roughly $10 later, we had finished our own personal journals. See Sabine’s here.

I am in such a good mood. Riley missed drag night and the second to final episode of the OC, both of which are very important to him, to see me. We snuggled on the couch with Taco House bean and cheese burritos and watched a movie, and the whole encounter was enough to make me cry. It’s been so long since I’ve been with any of Pard that I don’t remember what it’s like to just snuggle on the couch with a bunch of friends and have that be okay. Sure, Tyler and Rue will sit on the couch but it’s always really strange if we’re really close in a lump. Everyone tells me that our group was strange, that the contact was a little more than most people would find comfortable. But I have missed it. Mid conversation he just picked at my hair and was running it through his fingers and almost immediately put me to sleep.

Thank you, Riley, last night was so much fun.

This morning before work Kelly stopped by to say hello and we talked for a bit outside since she was already in town. It also made my day.

And pretty soon I will see Cole, Ben, and Meryn.

It looks like Eric and I will meet our goal for RPGateway/GWing merger launch. And as I sit here, working on a new project at work, writing in an RPG, listening to amazing music, I look out the window: telephone poles with wires glistening in the light, steady like the frozen masts of ships.

But I smile because nothing can stop my ship from sailing.

You searched Google, how to “stop thinking about a friend”, and stumbled across this entry. When reviewing my stats I saw that search as a referrer and it took me by surprise.

I hope you find what you are looking for, even if it wasn’t here, and I’m sorry that you are struggling with your friend.

Please enjoy “My Funny Valentine”, one of my favorite songs, as preformed by Ella Fitzgerald.


Jei came to get me right at seven and we went home, got all dressed up in fancy clothes and then went to the restaurant where we had our first date: Golden Chopsticks. He dined on some spicy as hell Thai food which they made extra Thai spicy just for him, and I had Udon noodle soup. It was a great time, and afterward, he bestowed upon me a gift: a plaid chest in which I could “hide my favorite treasures”.

I said thank you, it is beautiful, and it was unfortunate that the box wasn’t big enough for him to fit in, and he laughed. We cuddled together with our cat, watched a movie, and spent all night under warm blankets. Love exists. And love is enough.

Also, please enjoy a different version of “My Funny Valentine”, as performed by Chet Baker. Which one do you like best?

The truth is there is nothing that I can say to make how you’re feeling right now any better, and that’s hard for me. I’m used to being able to say something, anything, but with you I cannot; an ocean seperates the US and London. Please remember that through all this love exists, love can be enough, and everything will work out. I have never met someone so alike in creative brainwaves as you and I: Why isn’t love enough? Don’t forget me? Do you miss me too? Love exists? We both have drawn mustaches on our face… We chop our hair off by ourselves in our bathroom when we’re feeling dramatic… Even our music is somewhat similar. I can’t express to you how shocked I was when I stumbled across your… I can’t even remember what I found first, flickr, livejournal, last.fm, but not a day later and I found Bronwyn. It gave me faith and hope that we are all not individual snowflakes, and that somewhere in the world there are people frigthening alike each other and that ultimately, we are never alone.

I am sorry I am so far away otherwise we could be better friends and you’d literally have my shoulder and arm to lean on. Keep strong. I believe in you.