That's all we ask, a quick head's up so we know what's what. We can entertain ourselves till you're ready - or have time, whatever the case may be - to talk. I think it's safe to say that both Whitney and I - and you for that matter - fall into the easily amused category.

Sorry guys, Not really doing well down here. But I'm alive. Thanks for the birthday wishes, doesn't matter that it was late, I wouldn't have gotten them on time anyway. Haven't been on here in a while.
Love you

Deb. If you're still with us here a short 'I'm alive. Keep talking.' would be much appreciated. The silence is worrisome.

We'd let you in on the orgy, anyway. It's the rock star way ;)

Ahhh! Well you're not the only one. We are a couple of shmucks. I feel like poo.

Happy Birthday Debbers! The big 1-8......i'm the only one who's not legal to do any of the *NSYNC members now.

Ack... I feel bad, I feel really bad. I forgot Deborah's birthday *hangs head in shame* I mean, I didn't really forget I just didn't remember. It's like, I knew the date and I knew it was coming up but when it finally rolled around my brain just didn't make the connection that 'Oh, today's Deb's birthday!' Missed it by a couple days, but still in the same month, that's gotta count for something. Tiny something. Itty bitty tiny something. Please forgive me.

Happy [belated] Birthday!

Mine's rather similar to yours. Maybe that's why we like each other so much. People just see me as... pure. I don't know any other word to describe because everyone seems to think that I'm completely incapable of anything that falls outside of the realm of what good girls do. No, not even good girls, nuns. And what really pisses me off about it is that people also assume that I think that I'm better than them, too. Better! Pfft! Idiocy. Pure idiocy. So not only am I pure, apparently I'm also a purest. This is why Peter's friends all hated me, they thought I looked down on them. I'm different, not better. Not at all.

Yes, I will be the first one to admit that for the most part I fit that. I don't party, I don't drink or do drugs or have sex with random people, but good lord, I'm not Sister Mary freaking Anna! It.. ohh... pisses me off like you wouldn't believe. Because I'm not allowed to do anything stupid or wrong or rash. I'm not allowed to be a little wild or unpredictable or sexual. Nope. Not me. Not sweet little Anna, she's just not capable of those things, she's a good girl. And I'm not. I'm not what people think I am, or at least, I'm not just that.

I've got a wild side, it just happens to be trapped under a mountain of insecurity and fear. It's not good, I think it's claustrophobic and there's not a whole lot of room under there. I'm afraid it might just shrivel up and die if I don't get it out soon. I'm also afraid it'll go on a rampage if I ever do let it out. Making up for lost time and all. Repressed anger/sexual tension/etc. Whatever floats your boat.

Anna also has a special fondness for Whitney's wild side. Sometimes ;)

My psychologist and I don't seem to talk much. I still haven't gotten the hang of opening up to a complete stranger who, to be quite honest, I'm not all that fond of. He's not a bad guy, much better than a lot of medical professionals that I've worked with, but I can't get past that feeling that he doesn't think of me as a person so much as a fun little ball of problems. I'm like a living, breathing Rubix cube and that ain't cool. That's how I feel, anyway. Yours seems okay. Am I right in that?

Oh, and since you answered first Whit, you can go next in the question asking. And of course I've embraced the game! The game is good and beautiful.