Isn't life ridiculous?
All I can hope for now is the ability to survive.
So far, so good. Mostly.

Times change...come and go like waves in monstrous oceans.

The wind keeps me afloat, but still I am helpless against the current.

Paint is pen without words.

I'm tired. I need refreshment.

Work, though tiring, has been fun.

I hope my car doesn't die.

Life moves in slow motion
...motion puts off what might come upon you today until tomorrow, when you can forget it all happened. hmm. weird stuff.

To Idaho or to not Idaho....hmm...school up there might be good for me.

I want a bulldog so badly...I need canine companionship.

Life is confusing.

I hate Lindsey Lohan.

I am spoken to in tones that reach into spaces of myself which know no words.

They pierce my soul.

Muse.

Mexico is the place.

Pliers? Too messy, too many people, and too quickly to make time. All of time.

Too short.

Possible? Maybe, with planning.

How much planning? Impossible. Completely.

Wither? No. Wither? no. Wither?

...

Mexico. Yes.

Old guys. New guys. Crazy guys.

Boyfriend

Daniel

yes.