Aww, yeah, group hug!
'The Train Job'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
:: jumps in the group hug pile!::
Yay virtual group hug! It's nice to get the snuggles without sharing my germs.
Aww, yeah, group hug!
I love this idea!
My virtual arms can span the world! ::hugs::
Hugs galore!
Hugs!
amych - best possible outcome~ma to you.
Hugs to all who need/want them!
Quester, I'm sorry about the job.
amych, I hope things work out the way that's best for you.
{{quester}}
{{amych}}
Though I have to be careful with my playlists some days, because sometimes the wrong music can push the demons outwards.
Same here. I need to be aware of what my musical choices are, because sometimes the wrong music can amp up my crazycakes. Also known as "Huh, a playlist of nothing but Emilie Autumn and Amanda Palmer is a REALLY BAD IDEA sometimes. Adding certain Fall Out Boy songs to that list? Not as helpful as you thought!"
{{{{{dems dat can use a hug}}}}}
My father is one of those people who enjoys being alone with his thoughts. He actually grooves on driving cross country for days with no audio distraction at all. My mind boggles. If i go more than 10-15 minutes with only my though that downward spiral of despair and self-recrimination kicks in and i really prefer to avoid going there, since it's so darned tough to pull out of it once i get sucked in.
I recall a miserable period in college when the tape deck in my car died and i kept driving through long stretches with no radio reception. I ended up with a portable battery-powered cd player cranked up to top volume. Terrible quality, but enough to occupy the grey matter. I like the idea of projecting the image, destroying it, and watching someone else clean it up.