Seventeen saintly sickos shifting on sandy soil
Ok, I know I have a relatively new phone number, and being made up entirely of two numbers, it might confuse people, and that's fine. When I tell you politely that you have a wrong number, do *not* just wait a few seconds, then hang up. It's rude. i know you're reading this, so you'd better shape up.
Sometimes, no, almost daily, I'm completely blown away with wonder at the world we live in, that I live in. I see so many people I will never connect with, and then, I see something, hear some phrase, read something, and I'm transfixed, awash with awe that someone I will never know has expressed so exactly what I've felt, thought, or wanted. hjow can I be alone? Everyone around me is full of the same life I'm leading, and can't help but share it with me. Lucky? I guess, but more because I get to see it than that I'm the only one it happens to.
