Thankful

For mah meeps, who seem to always make me smile or laugh, even when I'm annoyed.

For my steady job in which I've learned so much, and which gave me the power to actually put my stress to good use.

For my co-workers who seem to care about me and make the job enjoyable(most of the time).

For my Monster High collection, and all of the high quality merch and clothing I've bought/been given.

For the first man I fell in love with.

For a reconnection with a different love who means the world to me.

And the great memories with a great friend in between.

For Ponies, Lauren Faust, and Littlest Pet Shop.

For my sisters and three lovely.. I almost said grandchildren XD My niece and nephews. I wish there was a collective name for them.

 For my parents, despite their lack of understanding.

For the sanity I still have.

For my kitten-daughter and all of my feline siblings I've had over the years.

For the dubbing community and Hello!Project.

For Finnish Metal, and my chance to see Sonata Arctica live in December.

For my AnimeNEXT experience and meeting my (second) Wife, Tokunaga Chinami.

 For the heartaches that helped me learn and grow.

For my innocent brain that doesn't pick up perverted jokes the first time around.

For my ability to connect with bizarre characters.

For having great teachers in my High School experience.

For my anime collection and Jpop CDs.

For Bacon, Scalloped Potatoes, Spinach and Artichoke dip, and Hot Sauce.

For fate somehow keeping me on this planet so far.

For the people who actually give a damn and read this whole thing XD Congratulations!

Dream:.

For the first time in a while, I had a dream that I actually remembered most of. Perhaps because Life Support was in it? Anyway, here's how it went.

I was at some sort of party(I'm guessing holiday themed because there was a huge Christmas tree in the house). It was LS and a bunch of his friends, at what my brain perceived to be his house. I remember being very casual there despite this being the first time meeting him in person, talking with him and other people. Apparently there was a room with a very flimsy door(as in, the door was really just broken pieces of cardboard and Styrofoam). He attempted to help me repair it, but it didn't work, to I shrugged and went into a fancy bathroom. XD' I forget when, but I remember a bunch of us watching TV with my back turned to the screen and burying my head in my arms, what I usually do when I'm tired. I heard a song which apparently, though sounding like Fluttershy, was Stocking. I showed of my Panty and Stocking keychain.. And that's most of the random stuff I remember.

Then, it got a bit weird. A fire started out of nowhere, and my cats showed up out of nowhere. I grabbed Yossie, my dad(who apparently showed up out of nowhere) tried to grab one or two of the others. I lost sight or LS, and got worried. A staircase started to burn down and fall. All of us were now in a room that was apparently safe from the fire. Out of nowhere LS and a bunch of his theater friends started to perform a musical number and the fire stopped. People started to leave, my Yossie-kitten disappeared, and I again went to search for LS. I found him, he smiled and hugged me. I think I woke up from thoughts of wanting to kiss him or tell him I loved him.

There is absolutely no sense-making to this absurd dream, so I'm not going to bother.. But the one thing on my mind is why dream of him, of all people? Does that mean he misses me, or I him? The latter would make sense on my side friend-wise, but I'm not too sure about the other way around. -shrug-

Oh well.

Comfort Me in Silence

Gone. Obliterated. Everything in its path that wasn't human succumbed to the demonic sea, the wind like a dragon's breath on the earth. With one day thousands of lives were lost without having to kill- their spirits so weak by the devastation of their childhood, their home, their life.

I thought I would die, and not from the hurricane itself. But from fear of losing him. He, the stubborn love who didn't evacuate, even when a state trooper showed up at his doorstep. My love. I drove myself into panic attacks because I had no way of knowing if he was alive, with the power and phone lines down. I'd kiss my phone, tears streaming down my face, trembling as I hear the wind tear through trees and picture the worst happening to his house.

In my state of panic, having trouble breathing, I unlocked my phone and tried to send one more text. This time, to a person from another state. The only other person I felt could help me in my state. I told him the situation- stuck in the middle of the hurricane, scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die. I told him I loved him, which was true on some level, and that if I did survive that insanity, we could pretend it never happened. I honestly didn't think it would send, and it did. I certainly didn't expect the reply, either.

"Stay alive so I can say it back."

I hugged him tightly, told him my fears and described the storm. He didn't reply, yet even so I felt safer. As if somehow, through the phone, he was holding me close, stroking my hair in silence. I suddenly got hope that 1 was alright, my breathing steadied, and my tears dried. I was warm, safe, all thanks to one simple text.

My life support saved me once again without even knowing it. 

And I'm sure he will fade away from my life until I need rescuing once again.