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I think as I ate my strawberry strudle this morning, that I somehow managed to also consume a piece of the plastic packaging. Maybe not, I'm not really sure. But, I do feel like it. Not that this is important, rather, it's just that I'm in a mood to ramble. Oh dear. I hope this doesn't turn out to be one of those days where you would die for fun. I'm still snowed in, and my mind is laughing itself away. Also, I'm concerned about my supply of ginger ale, as to whether or not it will last throughout the week. But, then again, this isn't really important. I'd rather not mention the important things, actually, because it almost makes them....a detail. And most definately they are not a detail, they are the comprising force of everything that is. And those kinds of things do not have words which you could use to disclose them sufficiently. And in light of "my army of lesbians will destroy everything", you must divulge in Ambient Strippers



Sometimes I remember things, real memories, and it makes me a bit depressed. Like right now. But then I remember some of the people involved, and I'm glad I'm not there anymore. And, even better, I look at where I am now, and then everything is alright. Now that we've ventured through my whole thought process of half a second, let's continue.

I just realized how I feel right now! I'm bored and lonely. This calls for doing something haphazard and desultory! I have suspicions that I'm acting a bit insane today....I really must have cabin fever. I think I'll try skateboarding on ice again.....


Woo!!!