They Say What They Say

Dear Flist

Words cannot describe how much I love you all. Over the last few months, when real life has been frequently less than kind, I have come to rely on you all to a scary extent and I wouldn't have it any other way. You are all ways there for me, either directly or indirectly. You teach me new things and allow me to squee over cute boys in a manner that is probably not becoming for a woman of [cough] years. You give me chocolate and shoes (both virtual and real), offer emotional support when I am down, make me laugh in many unexpected ways, tolerate my competing fandoms and don't look down upon me for my weird fascination with llamas.

When I got into online fandom nearly a decade ago, I didn't realise that my often odd obsession with certain TV shows and movies would lead me to making so many wonderful and genuine friendships. I wish I had the funds to fly around the world and thank you all in person, but alas that is not to be. Instead I offer you this virtual bouquet and my heart-felt thanks for being so wonderful.

Yours always,

Laylee

Dear Flist

Words cannot describe how much I love you all. Over the last few months, when real life has been frequently less than kind, I have come to rely on you all to a scary extent and I wouldn't have it any other way. You are all ways there for me, either directly or indirectly. You teach me new things and allow me to squee over cute boys in a manner that is probably not becoming for a woman of [cough] years. You give me chocolate and shoes (both virtual and real), offer emotional support when I am down, make me laugh in many unexpected ways, tolerate my competing fandoms and don't look down upon me for my weird fascination with llamas.

When I got into online fandom nearly a decade ago, I didn't realise that my often odd obsession with certain TV shows and movies would lead me to making so many wonderful and genuine friendships. I wish I had the funds to fly around the world and thank you all in person, but alas that is not to be. Instead I offer you this virtual bouquet and my heart-felt thanks for being so wonderful.

Yours always,

Laylee

Am feeling much better. Still coughing and sniffing, but at least I can talk without my throat feeling like its being stabbed with razor blades.

I had a dream about Josh Charles last night. At first it was all like, OMG he wants to be my boyfriend *swoon!* but then in segued into him dumping me because he didn't want to commit so he's not so much my favourite sekrit boyfriend at the moment.

My niece is just getting too cute for words. Not only does she have the absolutely gorgeous mop of shiny curls on her head, she's also trying to crawl but not getting very far because she's just too flexible! She leans forward onto her hands and one leg automatically slides into place, however the other one gets stuck in front of her and for a moment she looks like she's doing some sort of yoga pose. When she finally gets the front leg unstuck, it slides back and before you know it she's ding the splits and finally she's sitting again. It's very cute to watch, but you can also see how frustrated she is because she just can't get the crawling thing under control.

I suspect I'm about to get a new next-door neighbour. The guy who owns the flat next to mine moved out on the weekend, so he's either going to sell it or rent it out. Either way I hope who ever ends up living there realises that this is a nice quite block and extraneous noise will not be tolerated, thankyouverymuch!

So, finally I went to see one of the counsellors at work today. I think it's going to help. I'm tired of feeling so directionless and having someone impartial to vent to about all my frustrations is good. Venting is good. I must remember that no one will hate me if I vent; it's all a part of staying sane.

*deep breath*

phoebesmum has made me want choklit sauce pudding but I have no cocoa. Damn.

In conclusion, ( Ray Kowalski. )

Am feeling much better. Still coughing and sniffing, but at least I can talk without my throat feeling like its being stabbed with razor blades.

I had a dream about Josh Charles last night. At first it was all like, OMG he wants to be my boyfriend *swoon!* but then in segued into him dumping me because he didn't want to commit so he's not so much my favourite sekrit boyfriend at the moment.

My niece is just getting too cute for words. Not only does she have the absolutely gorgeous mop of shiny curls on her head, she's also trying to crawl but not getting very far because she's just too flexible! She leans forward onto her hands and one leg automatically slides into place, however the other one gets stuck in front of her and for a moment she looks like she's doing some sort of yoga pose. When she finally gets the front leg unstuck, it slides back and before you know it she's ding the splits and finally she's sitting again. It's very cute to watch, but you can also see how frustrated she is because she just can't get the crawling thing under control.

I suspect I'm about to get a new next-door neighbour. The guy who owns the flat next to mine moved out on the weekend, so he's either going to sell it or rent it out. Either way I hope who ever ends up living there realises that this is a nice quite block and extraneous noise will not be tolerated, thankyouverymuch!

So, finally I went to see one of the counsellors at work today. I think it's going to help. I'm tired of feeling so directionless and having someone impartial to vent to about all my frustrations is good. Venting is good. I must remember that no one will hate me if I vent; it's all a part of staying sane.

*deep breath*

phoebesmum has made me want choklit sauce pudding but I have no cocoa. Damn.

In conclusion, ( Ray Kowalski. )