The life of a bug ( Read more... )

Sometimes I find myself missing old things. If only Carrie and Aiden didn't get back together in season four.

We saved eight fish from the puddle. Six died. We burried five in the meadow. The other one was the smallest and I flushed him down the toilet. I hope the last two live.

When I was six my first fish, Happy, died. I burried him on the side of the house and tried to dig him up one year later. He was gone.


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In a solid influx of creativity and dreams, the idea to create a story of pictures was divised ( Read more... )

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Well, so much for the strike. And believe me, were it up to me, this cancellation of the stike would not happen.

I
just
can't
help
it.

The forest calls...

Ferngully calls...

I can't receive calls because I'm waiting for my new cell phone...

I will be in nature.

NATURE.

I am currently striking from something that is shitty. You should know what it is.

Bah.

I'd like to be creative at this moment.

Maybe I will cut something up and put it on the wall. Some crazy art. Some crazy times.

Some crazy times.

Okay... so some people are really weird. I mean WEIRD with a full out capitalized series of 5 letters. I spent the night last night in Bridgett, Jill and Destiny's dorm room. We Ferngullified ourselves and then proceeded to videotape ourselves rapping, dancing, falling all over the place, sitting in a circle holding hands and chanting about our ( Read more... )

Shifty... I'm never met someone who is so confusing.

Oh man.