best mail day, ever?

A number of things.

1) Roseio, if you are lurking, the crowd of TS3 misses you. Seriously. I think they cry, but no one's saying for sure.
2) my my chemical romance calender came yesterday! Took ten minutes to go from right behind my house to the front. I'm guessing there was a stop somewhere around the corner. Otherwise, dude. Anyway, the box? HUGE. My pullips come in smaller boxes. Earlier Mom and I were talking about the difference between a box coming from USPS [they'll deliver it laaaaaate] and UPS. I said UPS tended to kick your box around. Sure enough, my huge box appears and it looks like someone tried to play a quick game of soccer with it as the ball. Luckily, calender fine. :D
3) Thank you, agent_alpo! I wasn't expecting anything and eee! I love. Sisterhood booklove. :D imagine a bunch of neverending smiles and a bit of a dance too.

Today's random bugs me for no good reason thing is... people who use the word "y'all" at the weirdest times. Am I just not southern enough to repeatedly write it down, over and over and at the oddest times? Granted, I rarely say y'all, and almost never type it without some form of mocking [and the accompanying sarcastic voice in my head] but... there's a time and a place...y'all. :p

It's cold and rainy, and I'm hungry and too tired to move so I can go take my shower.

happy birthday... to you.

Sometimes on days like this, I start thinking. Reflecting. Bsically finding an old emotional scar and picking at it to see if it still hurts, and if it does, if it's the same kind of hurt.
( pick. )

Sometimes I wonder if I could articulate pain back then, as I seem to recall she and I had conversations about shtuff. If I could, did this ability die with our friendship? If it did, did she lose anything too?

Emotional scar still hurts but has mutated.

I'm thinking and picking because it's cold and rainy and today is her birthday, something I remember without looking at a calender from four years ago.