It's like taking a piece of your mind, and trying to infuse someone else with yourself without being too terribly distorted in the process. It's a little frustrating knowing that you're probably not really going to be understood. Of course, having a captive audience helps. Where's the duct tape?

Is communication really all it's cracked up to be? Is it really possible? I'm not sure, but I think it's our best chance of helping one another heal when we've inflicted pain. Some call words cheap, but I think words combined with like actions can be our greatest avenue for loving one another.

"More than Words" just started playing. How funny! It's on my playlist. Maybe it was the inspiration all along.

When I tell you all that I love you, I mean that I am your captive audience. I'm amused, and worried, and laughing with you, and crying. Something about MySpace has opened a new way of bonding for me. I remember who I believed you all to be from your profiles, and who I discover you to be when we are marauding together. You all are my greatest adventure. Thank you for trying to infuse me with pieces of you.

Since I'm working while you're sleeping, I'll be stalking you on Myspace. See ya Wednesday night!