mantids.

i talk too much.

it feels good though, you know, to have something to write about for three days straight. and i don't think the streak stops after this. tomorrow i'll have something to blog about, same with saturday. only thing is that i probably won't have time to write on saturday, but whatever.

i was feeling pretty crappy last nite, i'll explain in tomorrow's post. but today i feel a lot better. the day went overall well even though i still have 6 hours and 56 minutes to fuck it up. everything kind of resolved myself, and now i don't have an overload of my own seemingly heavy thoughts.

my "seth rogen from kung fu panda"'s hatched finally. i thought i'd be waiting until spring, but guess not. i have yet to see them fight but i see some bodies laying around.

i was thinking about how i don't want to grow old again. i know i sounds weird but i'm just not feeling it. of course i'm happy for everyone who's made it 50+ years, but as of right now, it's not for me. maybe in a few years i'll actually look forward to living a long life with grandchildren and convalescent homes. but for now i'm thinking of making it to about 40-45 years, then i'll invest in that ostrich or other potentially dangerous animal i've always wanted. then someday, in reference to me, someone will say "things happen," and make this face: =/

i like this quote: "and believe me, in every man there's a code written that says: tackle drunk bitches.' [40-year-old virgin] i have a mission for next wednesday damnit! only i'm not after a literally "drunk bitch", or a "bitch"... ok fuck it nevermind.