No need for nastiness

I don't need anyone getting nasty on here, no need for 'cattiness' and certainly no call for rallying in the defence of my wilted pulminary unit. I appreciate all the "gotcher backs" and "giv'er hell" but really there is no need. And no need to drag someone's name down. By this point all I want to do is be friends with everybody, even if I can't date them. If you're a friend of mine, that means I love you. Yeah, I said it. So what? It's not a 'shag them on the carpet" kind of love and it's not a "buy flowers for on Valentine's Day" kind of love. But it certainly is a "I would feel terrible if this person left my life forever" kind of love. And if I call you a friend, that's how I feel about you. Doubley so for Patrick since he has a sweet ass... ;-)

And even though we have our differences, and yes, some people think it would better if I cut all ties, I consider Brigette a friend. We've known each other for over a third of my very wizended life and we've both been through some weird shit together. It would be a shame to do so just because she doesn't see anything datable in me. Hell, I don't see anything datable in me. Someone should give Jennifer an award just for having the courage to marry me for three years.

In short, I thank you for your firm support and even stronger words, but I would also like it if noone is run down on here on the blog. We're adults (physically at least) and should act accordingly (for the most part). In the words of Rodney King, "Can't we all...just..g-g-get along?"