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wal-mart in a different light i was just pondering... if you could buy people in a wal-mart along with groceries... and they weree all in different sections, who would be in what section? i think about people i know, or know OF, and laugh. it's wrong to stereotype... but what a fun way to do it... some girls belong with gardening untensils... some guys belong in women's granny panties... think about it... who is your electronics? or candy? or generic brand soda? maybe even your chef boy'r dee? so i've counted, and it's a big enough nmber to mention. 6 people (all on separate occaisions) have told me that i am a tube rat. a specific tube rat. kiki. you know... from sluggy... assuming that i'm not the only person in the world who reads it. oh dear. but yes. i may be a ferret, but i smell a hell of a lot better. i'm sick of being ill. i have the throaty sick voice though... and i can sing about an octive lower than i could normally... so i'm gonna read now. yaye for history. again. a haircut would be more than lovely right about now great conversation with egon today. we came to a conclusion. though not many people think we make sense, but we usually understand each other just fine. that whole... it makes since to be misunderstood. then i thought i sounded like one of those asses that philosophically analyze things like bookshelves or rugs. we discussed that whole "am i becoming what i hate?" thing. whiney girls who like to buy shoes. all of a sudden i have this huge fascination with lace. it frightens me. there's no older brother around to make fun of me for it. ok i take that back... plenty of older brothers... just none QUITE like a zeis. laura zeis. lord christ. coincidence? worship the math, bat.
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