my blog is hungry
and it is eating my posts. so, every time i post a new entry, my blog swallows the last one. i don't know what to do here.
i'll keep you 'posted'...
i'll keep you 'posted'...
I HAVE MOVED. IN THE ETHERSPACE. SLICKAPHONIC.WORDPRESS.COM COME, FROLIC.
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I liked the one on touch and tried to comment but it wouldn't let me. I spent a year living in a community where I never had to crave touch. That experience makes it ever more sorrowful when I don't get it now.
aw, thanks. i liked it, too...but poof.
yeah, i think back to the days of dorm-living when i could sneak into my friends' rooms and crawl into bed with them--again, not in a romantic, lexi's sleeping with the whole dorm-kind of way...but i think touch must release seratonin into the system, and i'd much rather take a backrub than an anti-depressant.
massage therapy...
there is no doubt that we need touch. It is a straightforward biological need that is hardly satisfied in our culture.
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