Will you hug me please? I'm just feeling so lonely right now, and if there's one thing I want more than anything else this moment, I want you to hug me. I don't care who you are, though quite frankly I would prefer if you were female and smaller than me, as that has an added sense of security to it for one reason or another. In some respects I'm perfectly fine and really couldn't ask for anything better, but the price for those respects is their complements, the glaring holes that are staring incessantly at me. Sometimes they're dimmer and harder to see; especially when there's something good, but those times when my shields drop and my structural integrity gets pounded, causing me pain akin to sticking taffy on a cavity, those times remind me that they're always there.

No life is ever perfect. That notion's been dispelled for a good long while on this blog. And every life can be made better; it just goes to follow since no one can reach asymptotal perfection. But right now I feel especially like I could use the collective assistance of everyone for just a moment. It's not much; you just have to be willing to embrace one hundred fifty pounds of pure Turk. It may seem difficult, but we're really a lot more cuddly than we suggest.

Sure, I already feel a bit better by asking for hugs, but I still could really use them. Peace out, folk; hasta la byebye.