on it goes

maybe i'm just an ocean of hormones, and that is all.

lo que sera sera, whatever will be will be.

I wonder if someone else out there finds comfort in certain weird, bizarre, not completely benign facts like I do. here I am, 1 am in the morning, giving in to one of my secret obsessions. and hell no I'm not gonna tell. but I might make a postcard about it one of these days, if I ever have the spare time and the glue.

in the meantime, I'll just sit here and compulsively google up this stuff. instead of going to bed or goshforbid, working.

lily is sitting on my pc, and we're both nodding to some nice creendence; she's not very good at keeping the beat though. I'm happy that she's decided to join me tonight; since mila joined our happy little menagerie of six, both cats have rarely joined me at my computer anymore. and that sucks, because that's where I spend most of my time (no way eleanor --who'd've guessed? pffft.). in any case, I'm happy she's here and that I can hear her purring like a chopper.

yesterday night I made a little special chant-thing to quiet up my stupid dreams and got mixed results. I couldn't remember dreaming with that certain person this morning, and still can't, but later on in the day I realized I also had an awful nightmare about a skinless eyeless simian who was clutching my wrist and wouldn't let go. to be honest, I think I'd rather keep dreaming about my ex; I'm not that tortured.

and here's for lack of conclusion.

top 3 of grotesquely different tunes
1. lilly -- pink martini
2. run through the jungle -- creedence clearwater revival
3. basketcase -- greenday