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My fiancée is a talented individual.
My fiancée is a talented individual.
I feel like an ant.
Mar. 23rd, 2007 05:33 pm"Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. 'Here's your change.' 'Paper or plastic?' 'Credit or debit?' 'You want ketchup with that?' I don't want a straw, I want real moments! I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?"
- Waking Life
I didn't post anything yesterday because it's been a year since this and I didn't wanna think about it. But I miss him.
( That picture my sister took on the last day. )
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kirieflowergirl: A fat rant! (As in, a rant by a fat person, not a rant about fat people.)
A fun song by the Gossip.
And JD takes a bubble bath. Only posted because Ten and I have a gigantic bottle of bubblegum-scented bubble bath by our tub, and guess who's used most of it?
My brain is telling me that the time has come to write a story about the Greek gods, alcoholism, and the rising dead. I think it may have something there, but first I need visual representations of the Twelve Olympians. (I've already decided that Hades looks like John C. McGinley.)
- Waking Life
I didn't post anything yesterday because it's been a year since this and I didn't wanna think about it. But I miss him.
( That picture my sister took on the last day. )
Courtesy of
kirieflowergirl: A fat rant! (As in, a rant by a fat person, not a rant about fat people.)A fun song by the Gossip.
And JD takes a bubble bath. Only posted because Ten and I have a gigantic bottle of bubblegum-scented bubble bath by our tub, and guess who's used most of it?
My brain is telling me that the time has come to write a story about the Greek gods, alcoholism, and the rising dead. I think it may have something there, but first I need visual representations of the Twelve Olympians. (I've already decided that Hades looks like John C. McGinley.)