Remember Shaggy from school? Now that I'm online nonstop, we've been IMing a lot lately. Here's a snippet from a recent(drunk) conversation:

Shaggy: it's never what it seems until you're getting into the nitty gritty
like photography, did you really think you had to be aware of so many things in a single photo until you went to school for it?
hahahahhaa!!!!
porn is the one thing that should not have smell-o-rama
(putting laundry in dryer (drunk))

me: I just fell asleep in my chair an dwoke up again.
had a quick dream about orange juice.
very strange

Shaggy: haahahahahhahhaa!!!!!

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I think the situation between Dark Haired Girl and I is this: we're both people who are more comfortable taking pain upon ourselves rather than seeing others hurt. Therefore, we know each other is hurting, so we hurt for each other, and that makes a vicious cycle that rapidly snowballs into one huge mess. We keep worrying about how much one another is worrying about us, until it reaches a boiling point and we're both just so damned despondent over each other that we're mutually driving ourselves BONKERS from three hundred miles away.

Taking a deep breath and a step back, it's kind of adorable the way we're freaking out over one another. :-)