Substance... I crave substance... Screw the physicality of life... That fades, it's there and then you loose your grasp on it. I want intellectual fulfullment. I want to sit and talk for hours on the phone even if it's about nothing.. I want to debate things like I used to... I want to talk... I want to know you... I want to know everything about you... I don't really know you...

Sigh.. this nonsensical rant brought to you by my jumbled thoughts...