June 12, 2002 :: 10:52 a.m.
if I wanted a shock I'd swallow an electric eel
I've been up since 8 or so, which is really kind of frightening. Semi-productive, though, so it's all good. I fed the kitties, ate breakfast, and then went for a bike ride. Now I'm all sweaty and hot and in dire need of a shower. Lovely. I also need to do laundry and the dishes, but I'm thinking that the dishes are going to be put off until whenever I feel like doing them. Which will probably be never. So sad for the dirty dishes.
Fun quiz time:
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Life is a very complex thing to you. You don't understand why there's hate, when we should all love each other. Most things bring you pain, slow painful emotional pain. You know someday you'll unlock the secrets of the universe, but right now all you want to do is lay down and think for awhile. Try not to cry. |
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I guess that's kind of right. Except that I do understand why there's hate - it's because people are fucking stupid and the vast majority of them simply serve to congest the planet while at best contributing absolutely nothing but more people (read: children) and more garbage, dragging the human race one step further down into a pit of filth and misery that we'll never be able to fix, because we're (drum roll, please...) fucking stupid! And, you know, I don't really think we should all love each other, I generally prefer to be left alone and, in turn, leave everyone alone. It works. In my opinion, the only things that should automatically be granted unconditional love are animals and maybe (big maybe here) your kid if it's really cute. Otherwise, yeah, I'm all over-sensitive and confused and susceptible to hurt. Tra la la. Heh. You'd never suspect it, either. I seem to come across to people I don't know as either very open and friendly (I don't really get that one, to be honest) or the biggest hard-ass bitch ever (that makes more sense). I suppose the reality is a combination of the two, but if you wanted to get really specific a more appropriate label would be "that girl who hates everything and would probably benefit from therapy."
Hmm, yes, enough of that. I'm dirty. The sweat has dried into a itchy film and I must go remedy this situation.
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