Yeeck.

[arrowwhiskers]

At least it's nice outside. Need to go out in the backyard and sun myself or something.

EDIT- So I spent the entire day languishing around my house and reading "Without You: A memoir of love, loss, and the musical RENT" by Anthony Rapp (Mark). It was wonderful--I couldn't put it down, despite my loopy, semi-cogent state. The book is just gushing with love and pain and just brutal -honesty- of emotion.

So anyway, if anyone's interested, and wants to borrow it, just ask me--I'll gladly lend it to whomever if I eventually get back to school.

Comments

[meorae.livejournal.com]

Oh my god that was wonderful. Why do I always seem to love those depressing things that touch me so much that I start bawling? Like this or Brokeback Mountain, or Dead Poets' Society or everything else? Not that you'd be able to answer that...

[arrowwhiskers.livejournal.com]

Hahah, so you finished? Isn't it incredible?

And no, I can't say why, but you're not along--I'm attracted to those same sorts of things, also.

and dude if you were Anthony Rapp would you write so brutally and candidly about people who are apparently still alive?

He's got TEH guts.

[meorae.livejournal.com]

It is incredible. And I so wouldn't be brave enough to do that, or be able to articulate my opinions of people as well as Anthony did, whether they are alive or not.

[arrowwhiskers.livejournal.com]

uhm, along totally says alone