hate that when i sit down i have to make sure my shirt's long enough to cover my butt. it's impossible to find jeans that accomidate pletiful hips and small waist. let's see the jeans made to fit a pear!!

saw a stuffed massacre this morning. a dozen soft cuddly souls lose their luster on the side of hwy 94. i wonder about their arrival here, this can't be there final place. if it wern't such a busy road, tight lanes and orange cones, i'd stop and save them. how terribly sad.

i'd would mow my lawn, if i had a lawn mower. i'll just invite gunner over for a much. he likes the white dandilons best. (are those the ones just about to die?) well, they're full of wishes and make for a fuzzy mouth. and doesn't mean anything to him if they only come out to be crap.

it's the best thing in the world, asking questions and getting answers you didn't expect. finding new revelations and new perspecitives you hadn't placed before. and i love to learn about people. especially that handsome man who stays with me every night... (even if i'm cranky.)