Dear my friends...

[roxy]

I'm getting old. Or getting weird, I'm not sure what it is. But lately, I've been having these...feelings. Like, last night, we went to see 42, a film about Jackie Robinson, and I could barely keep myself from crying, like, many times. And I knew if I let go, it wouldn't just be a few tears, it'd be horrible honking sobs. Plus some of you guys with your heartbreaking stories are making me snot and rain. Not only *that*, but I've been hanging out at spn_kinkmeme and...reading all the shmoopy prompts. Here's where it gets weird.

Weirder.

*Just* the shmoopy prompts.

IKNOWRIGHT???

I'm all, "hey cute little baby, aren't you so cute, cutest thing ever," in the streets or at work (i see lots of babies there) though I draw the line at touching one. I smile at everyone when I'm in public...granted, that's mostly to keep those droopy frown lines of age tight, not because I'm happy to see people...but still, counts as smiling. I'm turning into this horribly sentimental, crying, shmoopy...I was about to say non-porn reading granny but just the other day I read a story so hot, I was afraid I would burst into flames--then I realized I was having a hot flash and settled down some. But just a little, that story was hot. Wish I could remember what it was called. Or who wrote it. Or if it was J2 or wincest but hey, that's the way the old brain crumbles. In short, I'm getting old. And shorter, but that's a whine for another day.

So...How yoo do-in'?

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[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

The other day at work I watched that Dove commercial about the police artist and the drawings of women? Right? And I'm all waaah sniff sniff and of course just at that moment a coworker--thank goodness a nice one--stops by my cubicle, which I normally have to myself in complete and glorious video-watching isolation and I'm all with the Kleenex and she's all OMG what happened and I'm all oh don't mind me I just watched a sentimental commercial on Youtube.

It's a strange country. I've been this way for years, otherwise I'd blame it on menopause.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I think that I *am* this way and only old age is allowing me to let go. Or forcing me.

I'm going to go with forcing. ;)