thoughts about friends

I admire my friends who are able talk about the lows as well as the highs, the bad with the good. I wish I could be that open, sharing of myself, but I find myself time and again keeping the negative things to myself, or talking/writing to a few select people, rather than posting for the world to see.
( rambling navel-gazing thoughts, possibly coherent )

stray thoughts...

Trees: picnic tables on the hoof (though less mobile, for some values of mobile...)

Vending machines as brothels: pop tarts