mar is wearing her deelybobbers, and all is right with the world.

until she finds out about the microwave.

it wasn't my fault, i swear! on my little prehistoric heart!

mar got her own lj. that copycat. we had a bit of a problem sharing the client, but we got matching passwords and that helped.

i discovered that i'm a gemini. and it fits.

back to work balancing a cookie on my nose...

"You're the best friend I've had. I'm a sentimental fool
and these are the things I say and this is my place to say them."

nikki tends to say things you'd find in a hallmark card, and actually mean it. everybody go: "awww!"

mar just fit an entire piece of toast into her mouth. she gets more and more qualified for the circus every day.

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one of mar's songs is stuck in my head...

Go ask Alice and she'll say
How popular music sucks today
Backstreet Boys on heavy play
I think I'll write a pop song

she just wrote an entry about denial in her online dairy. go read it.i could really go for a beef burrito. or just beef. haven't had any since october when mar stopped eating mammal. and i ( Read more... )

a wise zebra once told me that beauty is the fulfillment of a sense of purpose.

what of enclosed purposes? emotional biospheres?

why do all the good psychotherapists live in the midwest?

mar was inspired to write this song/poem by a post her ex-boyfriend posted to a message board.

she doesn't have a definite melody, but it's punky screechy. unfinalized, unfinished.

This song/poem is for anyone who has ever been stared down by an Emergency Room doctor and told they aren't normal ( Read more... )

the past 24-or-so hours have been quite a trip. crying and not eating and the like. things are as normal as they can be right now ( Read more... )