Not that last year was bad, but I'm looking forward to a more productive year. So far it's pretty blah. Or at least I'm blah. Not depressed, not sick. Not happy, just blah. No energy, or desire to do much of anything but sleep.
Doesn't help that family is sort of driving me crazy, and work... Read More
All too often, I think that many forget to appreciate having ones own space - whether it be a place that they go to relax and reflect, or whether is just be a small space away from others. It's weird how such a space makes one feel. After many many many (way more than I'd like to admit) years, I finally have a small space... Read More
Working on Christmas makes it not really feel like Christmas. Martin, one of the island flying foxes fell over night and landed on his face/nose. I dealt with a bloody bat all morning. Then one of the Amazon milky tree frogs didn't make it through its procedure, so we pulled it out of medical holding, dead. After the bloody bat. Good thing it was a... Read More
I found black wrapping paper with white snow flakes... I'm so fucking juiced. I also got black gift bags with glittery snowmen. It's little things that excite me.
My mom made me buy skinny jeans. She's trying to turn me into her own little Tyra Banks runway whore. Not sure I like them. Pictures later I suppose.
I'm baking and drinking now. Not sure if... Read More
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known - I only wish that some would shut the fuck up and realize this instead of running off to save the world, or things that don't want or need to be saved.... Read More
We have six Aldabra tortoises at the zoo - three males, and three females. For the purpose of breeding, the males are separated from the females, and during breeding season, Gus, the dominant male is given access to the females. We are passed that time of year, so now they are all on separate sides of the exhibit... or until yesterday, were.
You've got your ball
you've got your chain
tied to me tight tie me up again
who's got their claws
in you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you ...
The heart has its reason, which reason does not know.
My mom purchased a bike today for Christmas. A little early, I know, but she wanted me to pick it out, so that it's something that I like. I'm a little excited about it. Tomorrow she's taking me to Victoria Secret for my birthday. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I like the... Read More
(well except when the die from cancer of course)
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