Still, there is a secret in every bite of truth; thanks to the only man in me.

And I think... when I was younger, how much of myself was really reflected. Enough to show that there was jealousy in my snare, or gold in my cartilage. I could glide anyone on the floor... and better yet, be more comfortable with myself to make conversation while I was at it.

And people think I'm confrontational now; imagine me then... a hard headed child with a sturdy, untouched heart. To think that things are wearing down already, will my soul die when I'm old? I'll just be cold and useless. I've already lost circulation to my hands and feet. What more to loose?

There's much more at stake... now that I'm older. I think of everyone who loves and cares, and how one link in the chain can not be easily replaced. Imagine a chemical that breaks one chain in your DNA throughout your entire body. Things would never be the same.

It must have been the night at Sara's when we decided to have a nice big talk. We don't watch much tv except for movie night... but we definitly had a good talk. The views of different friendships was brought up. Hillary and Sara have a history... something to look back on and share. Their relationship will never be close to the one I have with Hillary or Sara. Then Hillary said the same with Christine and I. She said we have this "thing." And I think about what it would be called... that "thing." Maybe the two wrongs that make it right. By wrongs... I mean for eachother. We clash in so many different ways with each other that we fit like crossed fingers.

Everything is easier to see from far away... and I probably won't realize what I have with my friends until my own daughter starts hanging out with kids.

I think to myself how kids my age don't all have great friends. Maybe they dont have any friends. We're so luckey to be Forte in Unison and have little disputes but hardly anything touches the core of our connections. Outside of the girls, I notice the stragglers who can't seem to hold on. They grip themselves with fists to anyone who lends a hand.

Don't they know we'll take them? It is said that groups that stand in groups with their backs facing others don't want anyone to come into the group. Just the opposite with those who are loose and not enclosed. I think that human nature sucks sometimes. It doesn't always give you the right idea about someone, or a group of people.

My dog just farted. It smells a lot.