Seems there's a major malfunction in my tidy little bubble. I got attached.
My friend is leaving...in the words of my 4 year old philosopher niece, I am happy (for them) but I am sad too - and dammit, 3 IPAs turn you into a great sobbing mess in the elevator of the parking garage.
If this is human, I do not approve.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
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*hug* i know the feeling, and it sucks.
Welcome to the club.
Us humans do things like that.
I'd rather wrestle a bear than a bunch of wild emotions.
Sigh... in commiseration.
In addition... wished you lived closer. We could go to the range and lose all the angst in a great big cloud of gun smoke....
Love the smell of IMR powders... like a cool breeze on a warm day.
thank you, fenix...
& Just one state over, carteach0 - but you might be right, perhaps a trip to the range is what I need...
Big state... made that drive, takes a long time. Sorry.
Yup... range time does clear the head and bring back to center, no pun intended.
I know...except for me it was 3 Purple Hazes and an Ameretto Sour
:( I miss them so much already and they aren't even gone yet!
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