oye galoogy

so i kinda wish i had a cat to hug right now... or a rather large stuffed animal... even a large man-hug :)... guess a pillow will have to suffice

es ist nicht mein Tag

so it goes without saying... my life is pretty much as confused as it can get. kudos to the rollercoaster of mad-cow disease running rampant in this so-called brain. Pray tell me what i'm actually thinking, cuz captain oblivious has taken over the ship. i'm fools gold to the lucky onlooker with his pick-axe of a double-blade sinking deep without drawing a drop. just to add the kicker, already feel uber poopy, for lack of a better word. tomorrow is always another day, but rapture-less feelings bring down the fruit bat to explore, but would rather just be taken before the crazy hick with the couch by the mailbox takes a seat and starts playin some target practice. "If only my wings were more fluttery!" she desperately cries out in the midst of panick. The phoenix is off. More dangerous and exciting adventures wait, so let's leave the wilting teacup daisy to mold in confusion and ignorance. Oh, blessed ignorance, inhabit my being again so that i may believe the best and be ignorant and naive on this planet we so fondly call earth... blessed mother earth, why do you let the darkness escape your reins to swallow up the soul that longs to please you? take the darkness away and replace it once again with the sunflower seed, crisp out of the oven... roasted to perfection... no basil leaves, bitte.
~Auf Wiedersehen!
and a Tschüss! just for emphasis

es ist nicht mein Tag!!!! ...translation: It is not my day!!!!!!!!!

so i've actually decided to start using this, as i know that no one will have the intention of reading it since it will not be so readily available as is xanga or myspace. sometimes the urge to write something comes, and who has the time for a journal, so a blog works... then the problem of friends reading and upset feelings may occur, so to aleviate the stress of watching words, i have returned... well started :) contrary to popular belief, words are not expensive, and the wasting of words is highly encouraged, my fellow contrymen. so let down your liederhosen and let's get jiggy with it in the wee hours of the morgen.

the spotted dick has contaminated my already liver infested potroast, and it's enveloping my wiener-roast existance in this potluck.