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Remember:

Before anyone can truly love, they must learn what it is to truly love. To truly love, you must know someone completely in depth. No matter what darkness, what petty nasty thoughts, lurk in the dark unswept corners of their mind, what things they have done in the past, some regretted, some not -- in order to love, you must accept all of those things, and love not just in spite of these, but in some ways because of them.

Someone with a perfect soul is no human, but angel.

And where better to start with human love than with one's own self?

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the midnight update

Adam's out doing the Friday Night thing with soju. Silly boy. Hope he gets at least some sleep tonight.

For that matter, so had I better. I've got work, so I have no excuse.

Oh--

it has begun again. Darkside and I have begun our war of smackdowns, etc. It always starts out small and escalates. This time --

...this time it started out with me touching his hands twice. Now we grab each other by the throat and exchange bonk. Hand-touching must have been Wednesday. Today ... today was special too.

Today, a year ago, Darkside went on a date with Votania. godai, I think you may know the significance of that... not sure anyone else would. Still got the film, too.

Today, Darkside and I started weaving our friendship yet again into that same dance, the one that gets closer and closer to intimacy. But is there a boundary? What's the external jolt that'll drive the system into a new, higher order?

It is now not exceptionable for me to greet him by placing a hand on his shoulder and giving his shoulder a friendly rub ... perhaps only he and I, there in his class, know that it's a caress...

With a startup like this, what'll be the climax?


...Darkside's not to graduate until October 2002, which gives me an extra few months in his company. He's decided to lighten his class load in order to be able to do well in class and still work; the summer semester, he'll re-take a few classes to improve his GPA, and take his senior project class. He's 8th tri now, so he could technically graduate after next semester, 9th tri, the day before his birthday. But he's waiting.

...I wonder, did he not have friends at school, would he be so worried about his GPA?

Oh yes.

The Arizona Republic newspaper does not honor requests to never call here again.

This is at least the third time they've called, after being asked to not call. Told to not call, rather.

Welcome...

My roommate votania now has a livejournal... thanks, gremliness!

Hidden. Crouching.

Finally watched it. Wow. Cool. Neat.

marxdarx and I wound up sharing that moment when you watch the movie, remember things, and grab the hand of the nearest person for human contact as you finish watching the movie.

"Wow", "cool", and "neat" are understatements.

the finer points of LJ addiction

I have marxdarx and votania sitting in my living room on my LAN, giggling over the insanity of their journals. I think they're having a competition as to who's loonier than the Lunatic.

I think they're both winning.

"You're insane, woman."

Which is a pretty decent compliment, coming from me.

Would you believe that I'm the nuttiest that most people in my high school knew? They all saw me as the quiet sort of one who was building up a lot of mental and emotional pressure and would explode someday. Well, they were pretty much right. Have somehow evaded going postal, completely, though...

But quiet little Azz was the one they thought of as completely fucking insane. I didn't see things, or technically hear voices (I had multiple personalities, but they pretty much showed up by mentally elbowing me in the mental ribs; I was very easily able to discern inner dialogue from things coming in through the ears) and I didn't freak out that everybody was after me.

I was sane, sort of. I didn't kill things, or hurt them...

I just didn't like TV. And did like science fiction. And wore all black. Bisexual witch. Bisexual geeky protoprogrammer witch who could put up with that idiot Shawn.

I was nuts.

casino

Adam's staying out late tonight -- going to the casino with a friend, will be coming home at whichever happens first: he wins, or it hits too-tired for him.