Well, children. . . we have suffered a great loss today. Ol' Dirty Bastard has died. Umm. . . yeah. I went to Stef's Gran's house last night. I love it over there. I just feel so secluded from everything. I went in hopes of having fun with Stef, and being able to think and clear my head. Well, i DID have fun with Stef. Mostly in the jacuzzi . . . but thats for a different day. I came home, and the reintroduction to my everyday life was less than comforting. I found myself planning out an entire conversation in my head, and how i would react to any possible answers he could give me. My wit and honesty would be enough to make anyone fall back in love with me. But would it work on his all knowing heart? I doubted not. But when the time came to add another voice to this conversation, i didnt dare initiate anything. I sat back, and acted like it was all okay. Maybe i will soon be courageous enough to ask him the things i am so yearning to know, but until then i must bare the wonderment, and hope for the best. I hate waiting. I hate being afraid of him. I also hate being cold. Oh, and Mike came out of nowhere today after an abscence of a few months. Odd, because stef and i were talking about him earlier today. Its so strange how things work out, eh? And that's all i have to say about that.