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[crowdog66]

Lots of journal entries I want to comment on today, but I've got no heart. It's been torn right out of me.

Shut up and die, Crowdog. Get it over with.

I don't expect any comments, since I haven't been giving any out lately. Just... never mind.

hits "post" anyway, not really knowing or caring why

Comments

[he-dreams-awake.livejournal.com]

*comments...*


Although, you've been ignoring me on AIM lately... I feel like I've botched something else up yet again...

[eastpath.livejournal.com]

You don't need to give me comments for me to give them to you.. I would anyway...

Just know that I'm only a few blocks away for you and will help you in whatever way I can.

And please don't let my desire to help make you feel bad, it's just the way I am...

*hugs*

[metisbutterfly.livejournal.com]

hi Crowdog
I echo eastpath's sentiment, i'm just a short drive away from you.
I am sending out energy and positive thoughts for you, sister.
Love, Morgaine

[dark-puck.livejournal.com]

Come on, babe, you know we care about you. Seriously, if I had the gas money, I'd find some way to drive up to Winnipeg and give you the bear hug I can't properly convey over the 'net. I'm worried about you, CD.

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

::Taking off the kid gloves she usually wears, revealing the titanium fists underneath::

It sounds to me like you're in desperate need of a break: Please, give yourself some time to eat right, get enough sleep, get some exercise, blast Rob Dougan instrumentals at yourself. I do T'ai Ch'i every day for 15 minutes, whether or not I feel like I have the emotional energy to do it, and somehow, during that 15 minutes, I manage to forget part of why I felt so low.

::Putting the kid gloves back on::

Oh, and that sound like people in heavy boots running up your stairs? That's just me with my Vorpal Broom, Ref's bodyguard Jack with his twin Desert Eagles, and the Merovingian in his First Iteration shell ((man, does he look *hot* in that shell...) with his sword ready to beat the living crap out of Despair.

Jack: ::Shoots Despair's hooked ring right off her finger:: "Gotcha!"

MR: ::Beats Despair to the floor with the broom:: "You leave my cyber-sister the fuck aLONE!" *whapwhapwhapwhap*

The Merv: ::Charges, sword up-raised, eyes blazing, emitting a blood-yell from the gut:: "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!"

**Purrs and rubs her cheek against Crow-Joe's hand**

[cockatiel-art.livejournal.com]

Despair is evil. We must saccrifice despair to the great volcano goddess.**shoves despair off the edge of the cliff and looks gleeful as it makes a painful and satisfying 'splurp!' as it lands in the lava flow....**

**Hugs Crow Joe** Keep writing, hun. It helps us hear your internal voice when everything feels so far away. **hugs again**