i've been writing in my journal for a while now...just random memories from the west coast run. that seems like the best way to do it, because every time i sit down to chronologically write down everything that happened, it becomes overwhelming.

but i'm copying some posts i wrote to the freak list, and inserting memories, piecing the events together...

i am so fucking lucky. heh.

the people that i have been spending time with are just so fucking amazing. yes, i know i've said it before. but taking all the events into account, i am once again knocked on my ass. the time i've spent with these people has been stress free and perfectly comfortable with only one small exception. and that tiny flaw served a purpose. i experienced the situation handled and immediately resolved in a way that made my overall security and trust with this group of people skyrocket, making one relationship much stronger and weeding out another that i'm probably better off without anyway.

i've used this expression before...that i love someone to bursting. i've said it about a few people. it's one of those expressions that i wish i would have saved, because DUDE. i love these people to bursting! hehe. and really, it's only helping me in the other aspects of my life.

when the world ends, you know
that's what's happening now
i'm gonna be there with you somehow

there's so many individual little memories that make me smile. specific hugs, kisses, sayings, looks, how we can all just sit in a room listening to music and groove, walks down the street, card sessions in smoky rooms, smoking sessions in smoky rooms, beer runs, pizza deliveries, security encounters, irish peni...

gotta make the most of this, yo.