Omigod! I might see my best friend from C-dale days again. Omigod! Can we please veg on a sofa, enjoy some fudge, watch SATC (AND enjoy it, which these days I don't) and talk about life? I miss you and I miss what my life used to be like back then. Back then I would have swooned at the sight of my favorite Aussie, but I'd never have clung to a chauvinist chauvinist or even sent him short messages out of the blue. (But then, what was my then soon-to-be boyfriend if not a chauvinist? It's a pattern, aaaargh!) Aaaaah! I want my purple thunder storms back, my Trueblood dinners - well, not the dinner as such - my previews of movie nights in one of our rooms, on one of our beds, my being lulled to sleep by nothing but the best accent in the world (except for C's accent, but back then I didn't know). I want freedom to be who I am, which I never missed back then. Coming back is the hardest thing, though. You can never be the same.

Tessu, be my sign!!!!!!