*laughs* What an interesting thread. I'm going to steer far far away and OH GOD IT"S SUCKING ME IN!!!
For the unaware, I actually do have a plush collection. All plushies in my collection are at most one foot tall when "sitting".
And, of course, I sleep with one that means a lot to me. It's also, by far, the largest - at nearly four feet (ok, so I lied - but that's _by far the largest_, I swear.)
Getting out of the plush end of things (and wanting to hang myself for it, but, hey, nobody likes a leech), the real post is this, for this thread (tch, I don't care. Everyone close enough to me knows about my plushies... Well, most of them):
I enjoy sleeping with a dear friend of mine. It's actually possible to trace almost every single time I've slept beside him.. but, he's got a lot of empathy. Usually, if you're one of the
stalkers people who follow my facebook status, whether by force or chance, you can see the difference in my mood between when I'm feeling lonely and when I get back from being with him. (This previous weekend would work nicely for that if you must check - it's why I ran out to see Wyrm.)
* copb.phoenix isn't sure how to end such a long and personal on the guilty end post, so he's just going to whistle out of tune and back away slowly and act like he's not a little pink right now.