Copius amounts of...anything.

I've been clasping my fingers together so tightly lately, that they're almost a permanent blue.

God, there's so much to be thankful for.
The last couple days I've been going through all my stuff to give away to salvation army. You know what makes me sick? I really feel like throwing up as I type thinking about all the freaking kids on the street, tonight. I don't understand. All the families who are so cold while I sit in my heated comfortable room. I don't like this. I don't want to be comfortable. I'm going to go turn my fan on, hold on.

I still don't feel better. A little more cold, but that's it.

BEHNOOSH IS A STAR.

Call me a sucker, but I'm listening to Josh Groban. That man is...flippin talented.

I'm burning insence and the smoke swirls up and around my fan across the room near the ceiling. I can appreciate that.

I hope the homeless guy in Leanne's backyard is warm, tonight.

I miss my Uncle, today. Damn.
And I can't even remember what he sounds like anymore. I hate myself more than anything for that.

I want so many things. I think I've wrote many blogs about different things I want or need or complain about.

I want copious amounts of money. No, not for frivilous reasons. Screw that. I want to give some to "Beautiful Feet". Dude, that place changed me in so many ways. I want copious amounts of food so I can go freakin give it to people. I want copious amounts homes. So that guy in Leanne's garage can have a real place to stay. I want copious amounts of...love.

Not to be cheesy, I swear. I just think that would be nice. Copious amounts of anything would be, really. Except for like alcohol or cigarettes, or cancer, or ladybugs.

There's so much to be thankful for.
Thank you Josh.