i dont feel quite right, i have been fidgeting and adjusting, constantly. i am obnoxious with my loved ones. i want to fight everyone. I am very dissatisfied.

i dont feel quite right, i have been fidgeting and adjusting, constantly. i am obnoxious with my loved ones. i want to fight everyone. I am very dissatisfied.

any easterner worth his hat will tell you that if you eat something wang shaped, it will do untold magic to your bits. I have had meatballs every dinner for 2 weeks and i am pondering the consequences.

Ive noticed something, a common trend with some of the super hotties on here. Ive noticed a lot of them own an owl neclace that they wear in their sets. Has anyone seen this? Check out SG's Rigel and Bin. I know theres more, i just cant remember.

Anyway,I think the owl necklaces must mean theres an elite subgroup of suicide girls that go around solving crimes at night or something.

Any thoughts?

long week. i want to spend a few hours doing something fun but i have no clue what that could be.

i feel sort of depressed. I have been washing windows all week and I have to try really hard not to see my reflection all of the time because its even worse than looking in a mirror, because the reflections obscures your eye sockets and the light from the afternoon sun makes your facial features look especially harsh. I hate having to look at myself. I haven't looked in a real mirror in months. I wonder is this is what I really look like to people when im outside.

A girl sort of teased me at lunch because I called her a lady it was nice its too bad it ill be another month before something like that happens. Lately ive had a lot of girls given me bad vibes . So it's a nice change. Im getting really frusterated and I don't know where to point the finger. Is the world cruel, or am I so unlikeable?

I think I will buy some nice clothes this weekend. I will feel better if I look a bit better, even if its just the clothes. I wish I didn't make women so uneasy.

"One lover is always murdered in the act of love. A man poetically "dies"--elizabethian slang for orgasm--at the moment of crisis, But in the encounter does a woman, impaled on passion, die as well in her surrendering swoon? the question goes far deeper than merely asking where love goes; when losing ourselves in an embrace we exchange fate. There is no disfigurement in reproduction, it is clear, only restatement. In a real sense, every shape is a letter. I am only asking, in the final dentente of coupledom, who survies and why?"

--From Laura Warholic by Alexander Theroux.

Courtship of seahorses (taken from wikipedia)

When two parties discover a mutual interest at the beginning of breeding season, they court for several days, even while others try to interfere. During this time they have been known to change color, swim side by side holding tails or grip the same strand of sea grass with their tails and wheel around in unison in what is known as their "pre-dawn dance". They eventually engage in their "true courtship dance" lasting about 8 hours, during which the male pumps water through the egg pouch on his trunk which expands and cleaves open to display an appealing emptiness. When the female's eggs reach maturity, she and her mate let go of any anchors and snout-to-snout, drift upward out of the seagrass, often spiraling as they rise. "The female inserts her ovipositor into the male's brood pouch, where she deposits her eggs, which the male fertilizes. The fertilized eggs then embed in the pouch wall and become enveloped with tissues."[6] New research indicates the male releases sperm into the surrounding sea water during fertilization, and not directly into the pouch as was previously thought.[7] Most seahorse species' pregnancies lasts approximately two to three weeks.

As the female squirts anywhere from dozens to thousands of eggs from a chamber in her trunk into his pouch, her body slims while his swells. Both seahorses then sink back to the bottom and she swims off. Scientists believe the courtship behavior serves to synchronize the movements of the two animals so that the male can receive the eggs when the female is ready to deposit them. The eggs are then fertilized in the father's pouch which is coursed with prolactin, the same hormone responsible for milk production in pregnant women. He doesn't supply milk, but his pouch provides oxygen as well as a controlled environment incubator. The eggs then hatch in the pouch where the salinity of the water is regulated to prepare the babies for life in the sea.[8] [9] Throughout the male's pregnancy, his mate visits him daily for "morning greetings". The female seahorse swims over for about 6 minutes of interaction reminiscent of courtship. "They change color, wheel around sea grass fronds, and finally promenade, holding each other's tails. Then, the female swims away until the next morning, and the male goes back to vacuuming up food through his snout." [10]

Since 1999 ive lost over 60 pounds eating one brand of canned soup. even though i mostly trying to maintain my weight, i still have it once and a while, and have 50 cans on hand at any given time because every few months my supermaket sells it at half price. recently though they must have has a problem in there can sealer thing because i have a shitload of sop that when i open it up it looks like mumified diareha. Needless to say, I am giving fresh foods a try for a while and this stuff is totally awesome. Fresh food is like a whole new world. a world without can openers. it sort of sucks that oranges and onions and mushrooms arent lable with there calorie information and sodium level on the outside. but this is a very minor grivance that i will have to take up with god some day.