I came here with the intent that I might bear what portion of my heart that deserves to see the light of day... and I've found myself bereft of anything useful or worthwhile to commit to this barren wasteland that is the internet.
I've had moments of things I'd like to talk about. Serendipity. Warcraft. Bullshit. There's not enough flesh there to constitute a decent response - the mind will not wrap around a subject long enough.
The sweetest friend I could ever hope to have had a moment of her own in this same fashion not so long ago - she referred to this very practice as 'flinging spaghetti at the wall'. Except, when faced with that wall... I find my pasta cooker has been emptied. I'm not sure where my mind has gone, I hope it's somewhere fun.
"O Lord, thy sea is so great, and my boat so small."
I miss you, Lindsay.
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We'll have to refresh that pasta pot of yours in the near future.
...you're missed too.
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