…it’s you I really love, my online blog here at horangee-noon.com
I’ll admit that I have become somewhat hooked to Facebook for the moment. It’s like the midway point between twitter and this journal in that I can post a short little blurb about what I’m doing and see what other people are doing and stuff. post quick pictures and the like. An eternal disguise to borrow a phrase from days gone past. Here is where all the juicy stuff is at though, where I can rant and rave to my heart content, if I chose to rant and rave, that is.
Def. have nothing to rave about right now.
Rant about how I would like to see her again sometime soon, and not just around the major holidays…although Labor Day is coming up, so there is a chance.
Rant about having to goto group therapy.
Rant about not being so negative about myself.
Rant about work.
Rant about the roommates and wanting to move out.
Rant about San Francisco and wanting to move out.
I want the rant about the word goto. WHY is it wrong to use goto? Is goto not a real word?
And rant about forgiveness. Always ranting about forgiveness.
Actually I want to rave about her. Or do I just want to ravage her body? Maybe worship her body? Or do all three.
And rave about my now former psych Dr. Feldberg. Going to her has helped me out if nothing else to have someone to talk to about stuff.
…See, I could never spout out like this on Facebook.