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day seven.

i've never understood the idea of 'the good old days'.
why is it that the present is never as good as the days long gone?
it is.
just as the past wasn't as good as the past when the past was present.
text book example of you don't know what you got 'til its gone.

i've decided that i would like to be a member of the !Kung San tribe in southern africa.
they've got it together.
america should take a few notes from them.
however i do disagree with the marrying of girls as young as eight.
day six.

i can't understand why people want their milk bagged when they shop.
it's equipped with a handle already.
just kinda cuts out the middle man, don't you think?

ghost crabs are pure evil, by the way.
don't ever kidnap them from the beach.
because they won't ever get over it.
and they look so much like spiders.

they open their face and eat their eyes.
it's very alien.
day five.

i wonder what it is that fish think about.
i'm aware of the fact that scientists believe fish only have a three second memory.

but scientists don't know anything.

my fish is quite fascinating, for a fish.
he plays dead.
all the time.

anybody who doesn't know him will walk by and say the inevitable.
'hey, i think your fish is dead.'
and then he'll jump up with a SURPRISE!
and they will just look confused and walk away.
and my fish and i will share a good laugh.
it's good fun, our game.
day four.

i never seem to be able to get the eyeliner on my eyes even.
i look like a raccoon on the right, and like i've completely forgotten i have a left side of my face.
but that's okay.
i don't really like the left side that much anyway.
day three.

i think i'm sick.
it feels like my brain has been replaced with a cotton ball that's too big to fit in my head.
and it's trying it's best to get out through all of my orifices.
day two.

my cat attacked me today.

i think she's going through menopause.
because she's completely insane.
and obviously, up there in age.

i was making macaroni and cheese.
the kind shaped like spongebob.
because, i swear on my hair, it tastes better than the normal shaped macaroni and cheese.
like they just put a little more love into the macaroni shaped like cartoon characters than the regular boring elbow shaped ones.
which makes sense, because who really wants to eat something that slightly resembles your elbow?

anyway.

i walked into the other room to throw away my trash, and she just kind of came out of nowhere, and threw herself down in front of me.
with a 'meow'
so i was like. okay, cool, she wants some lovin'.
and i don't care what anyone says about kitties, mine is sweet and attention-loving.

so i was like OH HELLO BABYYY. MEEOWW.
because i do very much enjoy talking to animals like they are small children.
and in their native tongue.

after she lay on the floor in a very awkward position for a few minutes,
which, by the way, i was unaware that any living creature could lay in such a position.
she sat up, and just stared at me.
so i went to pet her head.
and she latched on to my wrist with those evil cat knives she has for claws
and she hasn't talked to me since.
and it broke my heart.

i thought i would share my sorrow with no one in particular.
day one.

i like to shower.

it's usually the only place a person can totally be alone.
unless the people you live with have this real issue with personal space.
you know those people, who just barge into the bathroom, because they feel that couldn't possibly survive another five minutes without brushing their teeth.

i, personally, dance in the shower.
and sing, and daydream.
i act out my daydreams, too.
though there's not much space, for the dancing and acting, so it's restricted considerably.
yet done, nonetheless.

but what i enjoy most about showering, is washing my hair.

i just thought you should know.