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Sweet sweet Mary J. Thank you for keeping my company while I stayed awake typing nonsense into sensefullness. Still despite its sense it has no meaning. Thus the illusion of making sense.

"Oh sweet thing. Don't you know you're my everything."

dawningday gave me the "Oh please" look the other day when I told him that I am not sued to people flirting with me because it just doesn't happen all that often. He disagrees. I am apparently using my scale of flirting as a scale for others. He says that a guy getting up the nerve to smile at a girl counts as flirting. This makes my head hurt. I smile at most everyone that I make eye contact with. Does this mean that I'm flirting with *everyone*? I find this hard to believe. Urg.

( lyrical breakdown, I'm tired of crying over this one )

I'm hoping the act of typing these words out will let me process through some of the grief inherent in this song for me. I think the underlined part is the hardest.

Melancholy this evening. Morning rather. Ghosts of the past haunt me. *sigh* Perhaps it is time to hold and be held. The Honey is home this week. This is good.