cassiopeia

I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cave men, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky." Just then the eclipse would start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.

I wish I could cut myself wide open and show you all of me. All of my secrets. I feel as though the only thing keeping these terrible things and thoughts alive inside of me is the fact that I'm the only one who knows them. Maybe if or when they escape the bright sun or air pressure will destroy them. Like the vampire who forgets about daylight savings and steps out into the sun. Or the monkey who finds the escape hatch on the outer space shuttle. Not to be heard of or thought of again. But I know if these things ever came to the surface it would be I who would be destroyed. Then nothing would be the same. And you would look at me differently. And that would be the worse part of all.

I don't want to be a telemarketer any longer. I've found that when you're having a bad day, the kind where you're CONSTANTLY fighting back the tears, it's very hard to talk lawyers into joining the American Bar Association. Or sell Earthlink TrueVoice phone service to the gentleman who pays too much already for his phone service. Or take donations for church ministries where, for a thousand dollar donation, you'll get a "complimentary" book. Or take phone calls for Time Warner Cable and get bitched out for a good 20 minutes because they had their cable television turned off. They obviously CANNOT live a day without television. Nor can they pay their fucking bill on time. My hat is off to you, telemarketers everywhere, because I'm done.

Must.Find.New.Job.

I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.

Okay. Some good stuff. I just looked at the pictures that Seven took in May at the Hellcity Tattoo convention. They look fantastic-o. And all of you have to wait FOREVER to see them. And I can look at them whenever I want. muhaha.

I'm taking another set Sunday. Super Excited. More on that later, I guess.

Um. My cell phone broke. Good times. Good times. Especially since that's the only phone I have. No home phone. Oh well. I took care of it as soon as it broke and called the insurance thingie to get a new one. Literally AS SOON AS it happened. I actually called them before it broke. That's how good I am. I get a new phone in the mail Monday.

The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.

I went to the zoo last Sunday for my company picnic. Zoos are sad but it was all expense paid (parking, admission, food, rides...etc...) and Nevin and I needed something new to do. So we went. He took some AMAZING pictures there that I will surely post soon. I sat and watched the Gorillas for about 45 minutes. I sat there and cried (I've been emotionally unstable as of late) because they seemed so sad. Sad and bored. They know what's going on. They know where they are. They know there's more to life than that. One looked me in the eyes. And it broke my heart. Such beautiful and majestic creatures and they're confined to glass boxes. Boxes that are nice. That keep them sheltered. Fed. And to some extent, entertained. Regardless, it's still a box. And they shouldn't have to live like that when there's so much more out there. Sometimes I can relate. I am your zoo attraction.

Love without principle is like a jellyfish. (yeah. figure that one out...)