carved angel

[music|lazybones - soul coughing]

there's that feeling again. like something is going to happen. except that this time i can't decide whether i'm excited again, or whether i'm dreading it. i think, considering the events of the past year, that's incredibly fair.

and i can't tell whether brumby has just peed on the floor again, or whether it's old mess. i'm out of anything to clean it with, anyway. so it's moot, i guess. oh, the joys of pet ownership.

i do love my babies, though, seriously.

sohei compared my writing to the fake miers blog. i'm not too pleased about that, since it's a damn lie.

that gold digger song is pretty good.

do you know how far away i'm going to be if we move to michigan? pretty far from beloved st. pete, but a lot closer to the safe haven of canada. what's safe anymore? who knows? not me. there are cute places to live there, where we might be going. i've never been to michigan, even though it's close to iowa. i suppose this means i could be seeing a lot more of my extended family while seeing a lot less of the immediate lot.

oh, what the hell are we doing?

and i don't even know about poor zoe anymore. little zoey joey, who doesn't stand a chance.

so quit pressuring me all the time, people. do everything now, you say. or life will go badly, you say. give me tons of money then, bitches, i say. coz that's the only way any of it will get done.

who cares, though? the world is apparently ending anyway.