yesterday i rode my bike around for 2 hours before work. i found a park and a beach i didn't even know existed. i talked to an old man that was fishing there. he said even if he didn't catch anything that it was good for the mind to be out in the sun. i think he's right. he wished me luck in portland and said if i didn't like it then he'd see me back.
in the last week i think i have spent about 25-30 hours cuddling. sometimes i feel like it's a waste of the day to stay in bed until 3:00, but how can cuddling be a waste?
i've had several dreams lately about eating things that didn't seem right. in one dream i was a snake and was eating an almost-hatched egg. the cartilage bits surrounded by goo and an unpleasant taste, and knowing that i was ending the life of something that could have been made that really fucking disgusting.
this morning i dreamt that after exiting a haunted house in sheer terror, i started snacking on gummi octopi. only they didn't taste sweet like i thought they should have, and to my disgust i thought that perhaps they were real animals.
i argued with mat yesterday about taxedermied bugs on ebay. he wants to buy some and put them up and that doesn't sit well with me. he said that i didn't even know how they died, and that maybe they just collect and mount them after they're dead. seems pretty doubtful. and then he said "they're just bugs" and i thought about my buddhism class and the intention involved in killing any living creature. and now i am thinking about how mat gets mad when i kill ants in the apartment because he thinks they're awesome animals. probably some things to give more consideration.
countdown: 49 days til moving to portland...
in the last week i think i have spent about 25-30 hours cuddling. sometimes i feel like it's a waste of the day to stay in bed until 3:00, but how can cuddling be a waste?
i've had several dreams lately about eating things that didn't seem right. in one dream i was a snake and was eating an almost-hatched egg. the cartilage bits surrounded by goo and an unpleasant taste, and knowing that i was ending the life of something that could have been made that really fucking disgusting.
this morning i dreamt that after exiting a haunted house in sheer terror, i started snacking on gummi octopi. only they didn't taste sweet like i thought they should have, and to my disgust i thought that perhaps they were real animals.
i argued with mat yesterday about taxedermied bugs on ebay. he wants to buy some and put them up and that doesn't sit well with me. he said that i didn't even know how they died, and that maybe they just collect and mount them after they're dead. seems pretty doubtful. and then he said "they're just bugs" and i thought about my buddhism class and the intention involved in killing any living creature. and now i am thinking about how mat gets mad when i kill ants in the apartment because he thinks they're awesome animals. probably some things to give more consideration.
countdown: 49 days til moving to portland...
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You seem interesting, I thought I'd say hello.
AND NOT FRAMED ON THE WALL
HAVING SAID THIS, WHEN I SEE A ANT IN MY HOUSE, I KILL IT, IT'S A PART OF LIFE RIGHT?
I'VE VISITED PORTLAND ITS COOL, THEY NEED MORE COOL PEOPLE, NOT BIG HEADS
TAKE CARE IN PORTLAND, HOPE TO SEE YOU DOWN THE ROAD SOMEWHERE