L.A., here I come!

[entelein]

I am feeling wordless, lately. I don't want to write for you, as of late. The generic You. I don't get enough feedback for my needy soul, lately. Where's the love? Hell if I know.

I just feel a bit insular and a bit on the outside of the silly lovefest people fool themselves into around this time of year. At least, I mean, online. I'm not a Christmas Scrooge or anything, but there's lots of little "things" I am seeing online that seem ... out of place, insincere, all about detachment and surface qualities and how much y'all drank last night, and I just want something solid.

I wanna stand on my own two feet and look around and see your eyes looking back at me, purposeful and solid and grounded. I don't mind the silliness, I really don't, but it's all I am seeing lately.

Tell me you are more than that. Reassure me. Let me know I can count on you for some good brain exercise. Make me think. Make me ponder.

C'mon, don't leave me here, feeling intellectually cold. Give me something to chew on.

Comments

[shadowblue.livejournal.com]

Ummmm. Oranges are good..

[entelein.livejournal.com]

You know, Muffy, you posted that and I thought, "Oh, OK," and then I went on with my life.

A few days later and a few more posts read elsewhere, and suddenly it all makes sense!

I have to say, I was very very jealous of y'all with your oranges. Damn.

Re:

[shadowblue.livejournal.com]

Glad I could add some spice to your life.
Or something.

I apologize, I'm drunkish.