who's reading this stuff anyway?
I'm still feeling pretty sad and exhausted due to the death of the Russian assassin cat. Death raises unanswerable questions... where do we go and does it really matter? I'm not an atheist, but I'm pretty agnostic. I call "it" Goddess when I really should call it "that thing I feel in my chest sometimes that seems to connect me to the rest of the universe."
When it comes to Love, I'm pretty agnostic as well. I'm not looking forward to another charismatic romancer coming along and appealing to my poetic nature- just long enough for me to feel like it's love- then they take off the mask and reveal the true nature of their douche-bagginess.
I'm ready for Spring; there's no blind faith when it comes to my love for spring. It's as tangible as breakfast.
Time to cut it short so I can eat the dinner that Wonderful Carol has cooked for me.
When it comes to Love, I'm pretty agnostic as well. I'm not looking forward to another charismatic romancer coming along and appealing to my poetic nature- just long enough for me to feel like it's love- then they take off the mask and reveal the true nature of their douche-bagginess.
I'm ready for Spring; there's no blind faith when it comes to my love for spring. It's as tangible as breakfast.
Time to cut it short so I can eat the dinner that Wonderful Carol has cooked for me.