Sunday, October 15th, 2006

arizona, new york, and some dairy cows

so, yesterday, i hitched a ride to arizona and chilled in the desert with some cows. and then i proceeded to milk them.

mmm.

oh, i'm sorry, that's not actually my life. what i really meant was, i woke up terribly late, ate, and dozed off again, but you have to understand how that is close to milking cows, right? right, it gets confusing; sometimes i just mistake myself for an arizonan cow-milker. anyway, i'm completely exhausted today, but i did more than just eat, seriously. i spent the day eating, in new york, ohh. that makes all the difference. i didn't do much besides shove people, shop, get really sore, shop, and shove some more people, but all in all, i'd say it was a successful day. at one point, i thought it was 07:30PM, but it was really 06:00PM, and... that was cool. i got the gift of time and recalled i evidently failed the how-to-tell-time lesson in second grade.

yeah, whatever, i don't even know what i'm writing anymore (what's new?). i'm just blogging so i can remember the date (it's the fifteenth!), so cheers to me, and good night to all.

oh man, it's not even nine o'clock.

PS: how productive am i? there's a new layout! gasp, gasp. it's okay to tell me it makes no sense, and it's too dark, i shall change it in a few days, with hope. does it feel like your screen is on fire? because that's cool (almost as cool as receiving the gift of time).

actually, screens pretending to be on fire > ("greater than," fools) gift of time.

PPS: did you know you can't milk male cows? wtf?

connie grabbed a duck on 101506 @ 08:52 PM EST

Wednesday, October 11th, 2006

au moins ceci est en francais (est que comment vous dites au moins?)

i am so alive!

i don't know why i wrote "so," but it makes a difference, no? even the small things matter. there's your dose of insight for the day.

my sincere apologies. i don't know where my will has gone, but i will surely be blogging daily again, with hope. at any rate, i feel so disconnected when i don't write, and who wants to be disconnected?

i sure don't.

happy wednesday.

PS: sorry (twice!), for not having a very exciting post, but i'll try to organize my thoughts sometime (hah) to relay them for you all later. i'll provide some filler though... so, when one can't think clear enough to write something coherent, what should she do?

update the world with the weather: 62°F, but it feels like 62°F. shocking. light rain is present.

cheerio now.

connie grabbed a duck on 101106 @ 09:32 PM EST

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