I remember when I said that you put my feelings into words, put my emotions and temper and reasonings into eloquence and beauty that any and all could understand. I go to you with my problems, with things about myself that I don't understand and you can put them into words and phrases to help me clear them up. You know my deepest secrets, you hold my darkest thoughts. And because of you, it's time for me to get over myself and be here, as a shoulder for you to lean on.

I have a funny story for all to laugh at and wonder about. Just how remarkably proud of myself am I, that i finally went through with it and did it, that I wrote my letter to Elijah Wood and didn't back down at the very last minute. Oh yeah... I am cracking myself up at this very moment, remembering everything that was going through my head while I wrote out this letter in plain lined paper, stuck it in an envelope, put on the stamp and return address, then went out in my car with the movies that had to be returned, and with a few misgivings, put the envelope in the mailbox. *grins* Oh yeah... I'm oh-so- talented. Like... ridiculously so.

Okies... Now I know this sounds stupid, as the last time I hung with Mr. Erik, I swore to myself I would never do it again, but damnitall! I miss the boy! I wish he would come abck from florida so I could give him his christmas gift and have my excuse to roam that neighborhood, back. LoL Just a silly thing, i suppose, but silly or not, it's still a wish. come back, man... we miss ya! LoL