I've been doing some writing again. I'm afraid to put it online though, because people seem to cut and paste everything on past sites ive been on. I write about things like love, pain, depression, hope, and loneliness. Oh, by the way, its verse. Not just blogging. I am a songwriter and poetry is my passion.
I feel for my dad. His x-wife took his bank account and loan and ran with it and is now set up in her "new home" (she was staying with him and they were still together even though they were "divorced"). She lied and syphoned hundreds of thousands of dollars away from him in secrecy. She conned him so she could slowly and unnoticeably save up during that time, when he thought they were "working on things." I hope he's alright tonight.
My pets are all sick with a respiratory virus i picked up from little kids weeks ago, only for them it turned into pneumonia. I'm trying to keep them from death (they're small animals) and boost their body's depleted balances. With the mice, however, things are harder. It's SO damn hard ( ! ) to give a mouse oral medication by syringe. "Scruffing" them is difficult. I hope they get better, at least I know Wheeters will (a cavy). He makes it easy to administer.
Not to be depressing, because I know this is not deadjournal, but my best friend and I are on the outs.
Things have to get better. And I mean Have To.
I wonder how everyone else in the world is doing at this time. And what they're doing. Are they asleep, taking a shower, working, making love, fucking, or something else entirely? What are they thinking? Other people seem like anomalies, completely alien to me, but magnetic and fascinating. How are You doing right now? What are your dreams?
I feel for my dad. His x-wife took his bank account and loan and ran with it and is now set up in her "new home" (she was staying with him and they were still together even though they were "divorced"). She lied and syphoned hundreds of thousands of dollars away from him in secrecy. She conned him so she could slowly and unnoticeably save up during that time, when he thought they were "working on things." I hope he's alright tonight.
My pets are all sick with a respiratory virus i picked up from little kids weeks ago, only for them it turned into pneumonia. I'm trying to keep them from death (they're small animals) and boost their body's depleted balances. With the mice, however, things are harder. It's SO damn hard ( ! ) to give a mouse oral medication by syringe. "Scruffing" them is difficult. I hope they get better, at least I know Wheeters will (a cavy). He makes it easy to administer.
Not to be depressing, because I know this is not deadjournal, but my best friend and I are on the outs.
Things have to get better. And I mean Have To.
I wonder how everyone else in the world is doing at this time. And what they're doing. Are they asleep, taking a shower, working, making love, fucking, or something else entirely? What are they thinking? Other people seem like anomalies, completely alien to me, but magnetic and fascinating. How are You doing right now? What are your dreams?