It's 'cause I'm selfish. I want to always talk to you because I can. It's like spending money because you have it when you're poor. It doesn't make any sense. I hate that you're busy, but I really hate that you might leave. How do I process that? How am I supposed to process that.

I get one occupying thought at a time, but it's always finite and punctuated. That's a kind of saving grace to preoccupation, I guess; I eventually get over it. And I think I'm finally over Gaia. Well, I'm over Gaia so long as I can take the best part of it with me.

I caught myself hoping earlier. I even confessed as much. It would've been worse if I had said it aloud, but I was spared that.

I like oranges and I like the color orange. My favorite number is 47 and I like to tell stories. I've been on Gaia since '03 and I've finally got something to ********' show for it. I feel like I need to get while the gettin' is good.