As far as music goes, I'm pretty sure we're going to need a Bowie compilation and possibly a few Journey tapes, just in case anyone over twenty happens to wander over...
Ha, then I'll bring the non-alcoholic keg and the grape soda. And pink plastic lawn flamingoes. Because there are no true parties without at least a dozen of those things.
Well, I just hope...I hope that you know that a diagnosis like that is not a death sentence. Not with the way medication and therapy and faith are these days. It's more like...more like San Francisco. Sometimes there's a ton of fog and you can't even see anything, but sometimes the sun comes out and everything is just...so beautiful.
That was an awful analogy, I'm sorry. But I hope you understand it anyway.
You have no idea how honoured and touched I am that you read my story, even after your friend and his lover died of the Disease. That makes me feel so inspired. Thank you so much with sharing that with me, Mikey.
Ri-dick-ulous.
Teeheehee.
I'm feeling rather immature now... I feel like giggling. And people wonder why I burst out into giggles everyday... when you can fit words like that... oh, I have such a dirty mind. Dx
Oh well. >:]