GIP

It just amazes me how someone can know me *so* well...and like me -- even freakin' LOVE me, *anyway*....Enough so as to make an icon like *this*..with such impact on SO many utterly personal levels.

Going down, down, down and secret. Deep and deeper still.

All the way to the silent parts.

It knocks me out. Its insane..humbling..manic-panic.

It's love.

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Finally got a call through to Athena, and she sounded pretty good. This makes me really happy. Lots of catching up to do, believe me. I am trying to entice her to even consider seeing the Cure live again.

C'mon. Just ONE last shot. Even if I have to freakin' carry you..and your bags of potions..and lotions..and medicines, etc etc etc. She was properly shocked when I told her about the Perry debaucle, and remembered who Severin was (she has been well-conditioned) enough to go, *Gasp* 'Oh, no! at the marginal prospect of him playing keys at a live show or two..This did my heart good, actually; that she has not forgotten everything.

I just have to shake from her head the notion that Robert Smith is Satanic...*sigh*

Oh. And she finally admitted that Bush fucked up.

WTF?

*actual warm, fuzzy bliss and stuff*