family gripes, fear of airplanes, multiple eye injuries and OCD central
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
okay, so i didn't know about the christian children's show thing, but if you saw this drawing, you'd have said "my what a dapper young cucumber! i'll bet he's firm and would taste delicious with a bit of balsamic vinegar!" which is, incidentally, what i had for lunch.
the library rules my life and time. my asthma keeps me from doing all the smoking i would like to do. "chumming for sharks" is my favorite phrase. my mother and i got divorces within a month of each other. she does not like my tattoos. my dad used to dig graves for a living- his philosophy on his career is 'you have to find something that you love to do. i love to put people in the ground.' i call my stomach my 'snooter.' i have a deep affection for sleeping bags, yet find camping off-putting. i am not a people/morning person. dead dog stories make me cry. dead people stories make me want to read more dead people stories. it all adds up to the kind of alienation that money can't buy.