I just discovered that Maple Syrup Liquer exists.
Bloody hell. It is so extremely nice to be around undemanding people! People who want to spend time with me but for me. No kiss me, touch me, suck me, fuck me. No wanting empty need!!
The LJ meetup was this evening. It’s always interesting to meet new people that live on my block, so to speak. Internet neighbors, the people you know ever so well, but wouldn’t recognize on the street because they don’t have a digicam and therefore have never posted pictures.
I was picked up by
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Well, I’ve done it again. Twisted my ankle trying to run. I will do it, I know it. Every three weeks or so I am an idiot and do it again. I walk from the skytrain through the alley what runs behind metrotown. No-one to see me fall behind the empire monolith, so it’s safe to experiment. I button my coat if I have it on, take a deep, slightly trepidacious breath and just go. One foot in front of the other, trying to fly again with broken wings. I got farther than last time, but I fell badly. I fell hard. My hands flying to catch myself, and feeling the crunchtwist snap. I knew I would. Pushing myself on purpose. My ankle’s puffed and bruising already. I think this time it will be hard to walk on tomorrow. Adrian’s offered ice, but that would take away from it. I know I’m doing something stupid, something I shouldn’t do. I need my reminder that I can’t do that. This time I got farther.