| Ches is grateful | Dean is okeys i can still listen to music my stuffed animals are still huggable and willing to slow dance xanga is free …for warm blankets that soothe you to sleep when your mind refuses to *great friends around the corner, around the turnpike, around 76W. for “sherby” my cellphone i can see the tree outside my window from my bed for coffee and clam chowder i don’t bite my nails anymore i kept a couple of love letters just for who knows why for sweatpants, and zippered sweatjackets when someone in a crowded room yells “marchesa”, i know he/she is referring to only me. God loves me.