Sunday, November 09, 2008
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I'm afraid I can't help you there.
Sing.
Christmas songs.
Along with Sufjan (optional).
Just a suggestion.
This morning it was snowing while I was walking to the bus stop. Naturally,I listened to "That was the Worst Christmas Ever" courtesy of Sufjan.
Beautiful.
Thanks for reminding me of that, Lawren.
run around your house 5 times.
thats what my mom used to always tell me to do when i asked that.
Is it bothering you that much or do you just want it to be? (That sounds mean, but I didn't mean it like that)Does that make any sense?
Lawren:
I have definitely been listening to those lately, it's been wonderful.
Kira:
My mom always said that too. But it's cold outside.
Amy:
Yes, that does make sense. And yes, I understand what you mean. And no, it wasn't mean.
I think that sometimes I really enjoy/like not caring and I just don't care. But other times it really hits hard and I want to do something about it but I don't know what to do, so I don't do anything. Which is awful and doesn't help anything. But, these times are pretty few and short and there are long spaces of not-caring-ness in between them.
i find it simultaneously unnerving and comforting that you often sum up my feelings better than i can.
in fact, they tend to be feelings that i don't realize i have. and then i hear or read them from you. and then i'm like "oh... oh yeah... dang."
God uses you? yes.
also, we really have to have a talk about this. cause like. yeah. wow. we really need to talk about this.
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