Hey you.

I didn't think you would actually look at this, it's almost scoffable. I have a blog? I can see that going through your mind, but I trust you to avoid the judgements as best you can.
Yasmyne and Nadia Garver miss you, and so do I. I often walk to that corner that always smells like cigarettes, expecting to maybe find a comfort in your scent, but unfortunately, I don't think anyone smokes your brand. Even if they did, they would still be missing that musky citrus.
Really, though, I'm doing just fine. Life has been a bit uneventful, but full of interesting tidbits about heads, and latin roots, and all that other stuff that I seem to find fascinating. The most fascinating part, by far, has been what I have learned about myself in the past 8 months or so, due, in part, to you. I wish I had the words to thank you. Like I said, though, I also give myself much credit for this. I don't know if it's visible to anyone else yet, but my body is changing, which hasn't happened to me in many years. I think my voice is changing too. I think I'm actually starting to feel good about residing in this flesh, something I never thought I could acomplish, as I was always so detached from my human skin. Call it blossoming if you want, but I just call it security. Blossoming would be something sporatic, but I think this is something constant, even if I don't see it everyday. But really, you might be surprised at how self-sustaining (for lack of a better term) I naturally am. Comfort has been coming easily, even without emotional vulnerability.
On a completely different note, I've started translating that French song, and so far, I know the chorus and the first line. I'm much better with this stuff than I was the first time you tried. The chorus says, "I have one stupid smile on my face! (J'ai un... Sourire... Stupide... Sur mon... Visage!)" and the first line is, "I wanted clearness. (J'ai veux nettete)" I'll find some way to communicate it to you when I finish.
So let me tell you about my relationship with The L Word (If you've never seen it, it's about the female version of Queer as Folk). Kristen and Julie hold "L Word parties" every Sunday the watch the episode of the week, and to spend dinner with people that they wouldn't otherwise see. Despite the fact that I don't hold much intrest in the TV show itself, I absolutely love these nights because it means talking to Julie, who is the closest (besides yourself) that I've come to finding someone that understands my mind. I've started trying to convince those around me that I actually enjoy watching this show, it's ridiculous. I've even developed a superficial celebrity crush (if you've ever seen the show, I'm sure you can guess who that would be).
Hopefullly we will talk again soon, and we can talk about something besides flax seed oatmeal. Hope unschooling is going well also.

... Oh My God, I can't believe I just fucking wrote this and put it on the fucking internet. This is so un-me. I'm not usually at all comfortable with these things. I can't believe I fucking published this. I'm am so glad that no one (except you) actually reads this piece of shit.