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i have been feeling generally ill at ease with just about everything. i get no satisfaction from anything.
anything. it's terrible.
i need something that matters.
like hang gliding. i think that would be tops.

also. i'm tired of peoples dogs. it's kind of like people...in theory i like them. in reality. i don't.
yesterday i got chased around by a herd of pug dogs that belonged to this white trash bitch in sweats. i hate that shit.
"get your goddamned dogs off me!
...and your house smells like shit."
the day before... i got barked at by these two scary ass rottweillers for 2 hours. 2 fucking hours! that gets to be exhausting after awhile.
it never stops.

here's a sad fucking story for you...
the day before yesterday this amazing little moth flew into my kitchen. i had never seen one like it before. it had these skinny wings and stripes and spiny things on it's legs. i caught it in a jar and looked at it for awhile... drew some pictures of it and let it go.
last night it came back. i was so excited. i tried to catch it again, but it fell into the sink and got wet. i rescued it, thinking it was done for. it flew away and i was doubly excited.
then kara stopped by, and i said "hey kara. you have to see this moth. it's the coolest!" i told her the story of how me and the moth had this thing goin', and i got the jar so we could catch it and admire it and its awesomeness.
kara dives for the moth, hands cupped and says "i got it!" she pulls her hands away, and the moth is all squished into the kitchen rug.

the end.