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what would you ask my ghost? | 16 August 2006 | 3:50 pm


been dealing with a little fish catastrophe as of late - not so horrible monetarily as the fish were practically free, but heart wrench/tearing none the less. we have lost 6 baby mollies and our super tank starter goldfish. some of these deaths were my fault, and that frustrates me and makes me terribly sad. what a waste of life. really i do not even like killing spiders or ants, let alone fish. animals/creatures are so innocent. i can think of a few humans who deserve death, yes, but rarely animals. the other tanks, however, are doing great - i love to sit and zone out in front of them, getting lost in all that water, swimming through the plants, digging deep into the sand - oh yes…

my coworkers did not realize that when cats are de-clawed their little paw fingers are amputated at the first knuckle. who are these people?

i like having short short hair, but damn it if it does not grow in super fast. what a pain. i need to learn how to cut the back with my snip scissors without taking chunks out of my fingers…

tt’s beard is at times out of control and it is like living with a lumberjack ruffian instead of pirate hooligan - i have a crush on both, but don’t tell them!

it is so easy to do the wrong thing, as it is usually a shortcut to your intended goal - on the other hand it is so incredibly hard to try to do the right thing all of the time. why oh why do i feel this need to make things hard for myself? i just want to be a badgrrl without a conscious - it looks like a lot more fun.

car alarms may protect a car, sure, but they also make you want to take a baseball bat to the fucker whilst you plot in your bed. i believe i heard someone doing just that to said car last night - *whack*whack*long string of Chinese that sounded a lot like swearing*whack*whack*

i want to eat burritos almost every day.
i want to not have nightly nightmares, especially those containing my mother or deaths of people/pets i know.
i want to finish decorating our house so we are ready for a ho-swarming party and guests.
i want some guests - any takers?
i want to be able to stop thinking when sad and not have the emptiness filled with little voices of inner hate and worthlessness.
i want to like my job again, not just the people i work with - we’re going to see SnakesOnAPlane on friday after work, in-between drinking - woot!
i want to sleep through the night and not wake up halfway through with my mind buzzing until dawn.
i want something cheese-filled for dinner.
i want to be a size 12 (not compatible with previous statement.)

what do you want?

download some Metric and let them rock your world…

…tonight my ghost will ask your ghost, where is the love?
tonight my ghost will ask your ghost, who put these bodies between us?...


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