The J.ist

I got the J-ist package yesterday. My J-ing sent me a package, and this is just the precursor the birthday present she announced. she is amazing like that. she sent me the Garden STate which we both adore. I'm not sure if she rmembered our conversation about it, how it is really the best movie for people exactly at our stage, at our age, this midtwenty thing. I love how the ending doesn't make sense, how he's bout to go, and he should, and thats the thing to do, but he storms back and then he says he just needs her, he needs her along. how it's a good thing and he can't deny that. it's her.
*sigh* i wish i had that.
I was really taken and touched by my J-ing telling me she reads my blog. I had no idear. I just want to say that I just warshed my sheets.
I can just imagine her bustling, right now. she is so good at this ceaseless working, and she had such a good attitude. I go back and forth from holding that sense, sometimes i just feel faint. she writes of her husband, and the choices she makes, and the importance of importance. it's incredible to imagine how real she is in her life. how true. i say true dat. It is like she is weaving this incredibly dense blanket with her own hands.
here I am all unraveled. I wish I could witness more of her life and testify of her noble things, I wish I could have myself a rum and coke with her. I guess its that I know how good she's doing, and I believe in her and her man but i I wish i could get closer to the batch of unimportant times. indeed.