July 15, 2003 :: 11:48 p.m.
it's as much fun as bunny poo
I finished another hat today. I'm a crazy hat-knitting fool these days, it would seem. I love hats, they don't take long to make, they require relatively little yarn, and it's much cheaper to knit them myself than to buy them someplace. And I can customize them, which is always a helpful feature when you're as anal-retentive as I am. I'm very close to perfecting the pattern that I pretty much made up, so soon I'll be able to whip out exact replicas in many colors. I will soon have a formidable hat collection, my friends, and oh, it will be a glorious era indeed.
Adam and I did a bit of research on the bats of PA tonight. Sans pictures, of course, thanks to the trusty Internet Options. Otherwise I wouldn't be writing here just now, because I would be in a state of terrified paralysis. My brain cells would cannibalize themselves and my skin would shrivel up and peel off in utter revulsion. Not a pretty scenario, I assure you, so just this once I'll humble myself and bow down to Microsoft's consideration. Anyway. In theory, I have no problem with bats. I actually think they're sort of neat. But in reality they scare the living piss out of me, regardless of what my rational mind may have to say. So I'm torn between thinking that they're cool and interesting creatures and wanting to run the hell away from this horrible, bat-infested town and never, ever look back. It's such a quandary. Only not, because, as we all know, if my fear were to get into a bar fight with my sense of logic, my sense of logic would find itself lying unconscious in a pool of blood and broken glass while my fear smoked a cigarette after fucking my sense of logic's girlfriend. Read: the fear wins. Blast and be damned.
I want a bunny. Bunnies are just too damn cute. One of these days, after I, know you, win the 436 million dollar jackpot and don't have to worry about money ever again, I shall have bunnies and ducks and dogs and cats and mice and chinchillas and donkeys and horses and goats and sheep and llamas and alpacas and every sort of animal there is. I want a menagerie, but no children. Well, maybe a little Asian girl. That's still up in the air.
Mason is requesting use of the ONLINE, so I'll be leaving now. And as it is now 12:24 a.m. (shut up, I'm slow with the entry-writing sometimes), happy 20th birthday to meeeee! Scary.
Adieu.
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