My first self titled post. I'm definitely in a thinky mood. Listening to the album Yourself Or Someone Like You, Matchbox 20. It's definitely thinking music.
We have lots of dilemmas in life

• The texting someone whom has no credit dilemma.
  
• The wanting to know the answer to something but not wanting to pose the question dilemma.
  
• The wanting to tell someone something but having no way to tell them dilemma.
  

Many of my friends are single at the moment. Many of these are very recently single. One of my recently single friends is also my ex. (A beautifully ambiguous statement). She remains one of my best friends, even though we rarely see each other. I know I can tell her anything, I think she feels that she can tell me anything. Even though I rarely see her, she's still my best friend. I know she'll always be there for me (as long as I'm not on an ego trip :P). I wish I had more friends like her. She's the type of friend that everything they say you take to heart. The type of friend whom, if they compliment or critique you, you really feel it. The type of friend who knows, if they so chose, exactly how to destroy you - yet they don't.

My shoulders hurt. I love the pain. My (assistant) manager is most definitely a sadist. I am most definitely, ever so slightly, masochistic. Strangely, admitting to the latter is far less socially acceptable than the former. A significant portion of why I'm posting so much today is to deliberately dilute each details attention - actually hoping that the more I have the less people will attend to. But why post something unless you're wanting people to read it? Have you ever heard of grouphug.us? I think dilution has the affect of perceived (yet ever so slight) anonymity.