cry baby cry
i've just wasted the last hour or two reading my online journal, which i've had since i was 18. crazy crazy.... i used to be a lot better at the whole "blog" thing, before it was even called that... before i graduated college, before i left flagstaff, before i inherited spiteful emotions and let my insecurities run wild.
i'm feeling lost lately. i don't know why... i'm just feeling so inhibited and it's driving me crazy. is it a bit swirly in here or IS IT JUST ME?
oh yeah, there are these huge jungle bees in denver. i mean HUGE. one got stuck in between our screen and window a few days ago, so i got to see it up close through the glass. so scary. big black stripes on its fat yellow body, and these ginormous black eyes. he was pissed. can't blame the guy -- stuck in a window, made to be a spectacle by some google-eyed girl on the other side; not to mention the even more googled-eyed giant creature assisting her. Oskar isn't afraid of the bees at all. In fact, he waits for them all day long. He bites and scratches the shit out of them until they die.
He is, on the other hand, terrified of this toy that Jason made him a few days ago. My clever husband decided it would be, well clever, to tie one of their little mini marraca mice to a hemp string.... creating oodles of fun for hours upon hours. Our cats tend to be spoiled, and thus interactive. Playing by themselves is only fun for a second or two. But when there is a STRING of which pulls the mouse around, Milo and Oskar can pretend it's actually ALIVE-- the game just becomes more meaningful, you know? Well, within the first 10 minutes of testing out the new contraption, Jason whacks Oskar in the head with the damn mini marraca mouse. On accident of course. He was like swinging it around really fast and Oskar got too close. So, now whenever we try to play with it, Oskar thinks he's being punished and scampers away to hide... quickly. As does Milo. He learns by example, and is a total coward in his own right. Sorry, Milo if you read this, but you know it's true.
I think it's about time for a cigarette and coffee. Get woked up and stuff.
Just working today... writing about student loans. Doing my civic duty as the finanical guru's little writing helper -- typing away, spreading the word about saving money, helping out my fellow person, showing YOU and YOUR MOM how to save big bucks on credit cards and student loans.
in my dream last night, someone said something like, "Everytime a bell rings, someone gets turned down for a car loan."
i don't know. this entry sucks and i hate it, but maybe i won't some day.
i'm feeling lost lately. i don't know why... i'm just feeling so inhibited and it's driving me crazy. is it a bit swirly in here or IS IT JUST ME?
oh yeah, there are these huge jungle bees in denver. i mean HUGE. one got stuck in between our screen and window a few days ago, so i got to see it up close through the glass. so scary. big black stripes on its fat yellow body, and these ginormous black eyes. he was pissed. can't blame the guy -- stuck in a window, made to be a spectacle by some google-eyed girl on the other side; not to mention the even more googled-eyed giant creature assisting her. Oskar isn't afraid of the bees at all. In fact, he waits for them all day long. He bites and scratches the shit out of them until they die.
He is, on the other hand, terrified of this toy that Jason made him a few days ago. My clever husband decided it would be, well clever, to tie one of their little mini marraca mice to a hemp string.... creating oodles of fun for hours upon hours. Our cats tend to be spoiled, and thus interactive. Playing by themselves is only fun for a second or two. But when there is a STRING of which pulls the mouse around, Milo and Oskar can pretend it's actually ALIVE-- the game just becomes more meaningful, you know? Well, within the first 10 minutes of testing out the new contraption, Jason whacks Oskar in the head with the damn mini marraca mouse. On accident of course. He was like swinging it around really fast and Oskar got too close. So, now whenever we try to play with it, Oskar thinks he's being punished and scampers away to hide... quickly. As does Milo. He learns by example, and is a total coward in his own right. Sorry, Milo if you read this, but you know it's true.
I think it's about time for a cigarette and coffee. Get woked up and stuff.
Just working today... writing about student loans. Doing my civic duty as the finanical guru's little writing helper -- typing away, spreading the word about saving money, helping out my fellow person, showing YOU and YOUR MOM how to save big bucks on credit cards and student loans.
in my dream last night, someone said something like, "Everytime a bell rings, someone gets turned down for a car loan."
i don't know. this entry sucks and i hate it, but maybe i won't some day.