feel the need in me.

[aruan]

David Duchovny: whisper the greater Ft. Lauderdale white pages in my right ear.

Lex Luthor: prowl towards me in one of your immaculately taylored suits, swaying those impossibly sexy hips and nothing but evil intent behind your eyes.

Chris Carrabba: write me a song.

Te: update.

Miranda: i'm finally ready to admit it: i need a hug.
a full-body one that ends up on the floor with rocking me to sleep from the kind of total exhaustion that overwhelming emotion brings.

INS: uncancel my interview, dammit.

A dealer: get me something pretty in three colors and someplace whose walls are just throbbing with music so i can know something other than disillusionment.

Irony: make me laugh because crying would just taste too close to the truth.

anyone: inspire me.

Comments

[gegenschein.livejournal.com]

i love you, eva - you make me think!
you're inspiring on your own :)

::cheered::

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

thanks, Karen. needed that. and i'm glad you find me to be a crumpet of choice (inside joke involving The X-Files) with that midnight tea. good that someone's juices are flowing anyway. :)

[walkingshadow.livejournal.com]

you need to CALL me at times like these. or just show up on my doorstep, because that's what i'm here for. or, you know, curl up into yourself and crave ice cream during angsty, aching nights when the house is empty... or maybe that's me. sometimes i project. it's next week, so i'm checking back with starbucks tomorrow, but then i'm calling you to declare myself available if you still need comforting. if you don't, i could just entertain you with my ready wit and glittering intellect. or maybe sock puppets.

and, to make you smile if irony is still being a bitch and hasn't stepped up:

Lane scoffs at the idea of buying your boyfriend a book. [Rory] bought [CuteDean] The Metamorphosis. Lane doesn't find that very romantic at all. Rory thinks it is romantic. Lane smiles and says, "I know I've always dreamed that some day a guy would get me a really confusing Czechoslovakian novel." Lane says that a book sends the wrong message. She tells Lane that you have to look at what a gift means to the other person, and not to yourself: "Remember two years ago, I got my mom that perfume? To me, that said, 'Hey, Mom. You work hard. You deserve something fancy.' Now, to my mother, that said, 'Hey, Mom. Here's some smelly sex juice -- the kind I use to lure boys with."

we really need to start watching Gilmore Girls. if it didn't make you smile, you can't watch Gilmore Girls with me. which means we'll just have to bide our time with Smallville reruns and accompanying fic... drat. as te says, sacrifices must be made.

feel better.

okay, i admit, that did make me laugh.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

and thank you, as always, for being a ray of literal and figurative sunshine in my varying shades of gray existence.