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Ember, here, reporting to you live from central Philadelphia. Today's weather, 82 degrees under partially cloudy skies. Yesterday's weather: HOT AS FUCK AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T DIE. Actually yesterday was the hottest day in Philadelphia ever, apparently. And then all these crazy clouds came in and fucked our shit up. Winds knocked over a crap load of boats and the rain came down in sheets AS THICK AS MCDONALD'S MILKSHAKES!!!! AHHH! CHAOS AND DISARRAY AND THE GIANT COCK OF HEAVEN JERKED ITSELF OFF AND SPEWED ITS MAN MILK ALL OVER US IN ONE VIOLENT SPASM OF ORGASMIC FURY...actually it wasn't so bad, but it started raining after I left the movie theatre yesterday and I got wet due to lack of umbrella.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was better than I thought it would be, but since some of you haven't seen it yet and may plan to do so in the semi-near future, I won't ruin it for you. Except for the part where everyone dies in the end. Just kidding.

Sean and I were talking about the meaning of life the other day, or should I say the lack thereof. We came to the conclusion that there is no point to life, and that religion is a copout way for us to justify our existence; it's the idea of paradise after death that keeps us from slowly driving ourselves insane at the thought of dying, except I haven't bought into this idea and I'm not insane yet ....OR AM I???

And once we agreed on that, we tried to figure out what the point of love is. I think we both agreed that love is just another distraction, a way to keep us from thinking about our inevitable demise. But then I think we also agreed that perhaps people truly are capable of loving something whole-heartedly (whatever that's supposed to mean), it's just not in the way you'd expect. Love should not be about obsession, or the constant feeling of anxiety and insecurity when our significant other isn't around. Love isn't about feeling like you absolutely NEED that person in your life to feel happy. Love shouldn't be like a drug, as Sean put it. Falling in love should be approached more rationally; people are emotionally driven by nature, and that's what screws us up in the end. Following your heart may indeed not be the best thing to do in the beginning...the concept of "love at first sight" is significantly flawed. Appreciating someone for how they look is not the way to go. We're all going to be old and ugly eventually anyway, so who gives a fuck about that? I think the perfect love is just having an overall appreciation for someone as a person; it's not falling at that person's feet whenever they look at you a certain way or melting into a puddle when they touch you. Love should be about respect and communication. You know, I think people who are really in love wouldn't even need to physically touch each other or have sex. After all, the body is merely a shell for the mind..our body is not who we are, our minds and souls are who we are. People are too quick to let physical comfort rule their lives. I think maybe that's why I get annoyed when I see couples that do nothing but drool all over each other all day. That's great and all, but outside from the realm of physical attraction, what do they have? And I'm not saying I'm not guilty of liking physical pleasures, I'm a big fan of touching and cuddling, but you know, lately I wonder if that's enough.

My rat Archimedes died the other day, His balls were huge. He and his balls will be missed.

Squishy isn't doing so hot either. The trap that had a cricket in it developed a black spot, which started spreading. So I had to cut the trap off. And then I think I left her in the sun for too long because her stems are all flopped over and wilty. Why does shit all have to start dying at the same time?