Oh He's Not Dead Yet- He Hasn't Got His Eyepatch *Loves BJ*

These are the new colours of my room. They are calm. They represent me (and yes, that's my black cat, lovely kitty Salem-whom I named at age 8, stfu). What colours did my kid-sister, Laura choose for her room? One half neon pink and one half neon purple. Maybe I'll post a picture later, but right now I'd like to focus on NOT blinding the few innocent Internet surfers who stumble here- and Megan. Heh.

I'm going through a slightly rough patch right now, what with three close friends on the suicide ideals. Slashing, shooting and cutthroating. I won't say who, but I will say it hurts me. Maybe it's a selfish thing to proclaim, but when the people you depend on - all of them - depend on you, it's sort of like a slap in the face laced with guilt. "I should've paid more attention", "I shouldn't have said that"; it all crashes down on you and adds to the weight you carry trying to keeep them happy. Yet at the end of the day, the fact that they chose to stay in our world, to stick around with me outweighs the pain they cause when they tell me what they've done to themselves. You're all alive. That keeps me alive. Don't die without me, loves. All that's been proven is that life is all we really have. Mine is meaningless without yours.

In other news, I need to see LF!DF! nowplease. I lost my Art Of Drowning CD and that makes me sad. Dial-up continues to let me down, BUT somebody I don't know comment on my second entry, down there. It's lovely. Aussie MOIST shampoo smells like the inside of a pumpkin. It's kinda nice actually.

Cultures I've been mistaken for last month: Pakistani, Lebanese, Greek (that's new), Egyptian, Italian, and Turkish. If you ever have the pleasure of someone thinking you are from their country, you'll learn it's a wonderfully deep compliment you find yourself reluctant to correct.

Common ground makes the world go round,

Erin