there are the boys. my boys, if i may be possessive about it. ted and andrew. 21 and 18. wrote a lot about them too. i don't know how to begin here. it's so different. feel like i have to update everyone on what happened on myspace. there were story threads going from day one. there was this vast network of voices, talking about different things. from what i was eating for lunch to theories of science. okay. so what do i do here? have no fucking idea. i guess keep writing. yeah. that must be it. just keep writing.
ted and andrew are the best thing to have happened to me. they made me blossom. to me they are like flowers. and they make me feel like a flower too. too tired to say much more tonight. it's been a long day. lots happened. major shifts occurred. time to go to bed. get some rest. hey, yeah. we have a new cat, but no name yet. he's an odd little thing. almost all white, except for a few orange-brownish spots. know - or at least i thought - i talked about him earlier. no name cat. guess i'm disappointed because he's not all white. just chatting away here, making no sense, or rather not caring if i make any sense.
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