a breakfast for losers...

Quote of the day: "This one would be comfortable on you, and then afterwards you could ground it down and smoke it"

Sure.

I realized that the only time my brother and I act civilized towards eachother, is when he discusses his stupid Tribe tournaments with me. And even though I couldn't careless, I still act interested in what he is saying, because it's the only contact I have with my brother...that doesn't involve some kind of violence towards me. How sad, a stupid video game is the one thing that encourages conversation between my brother and I. Oh, and how I hate the game Tribes, mainly because every time I've played it, I suck horribly. It's the damned joystick, I can't work with it.

At the moment I feast upon the delectable peanut butter on a spoon, and wear torn mittens on my hands. I have just came home from a night of wonderment and wistful thoughts. I rested upon park benches, and searched for lingering shadows behind trees..but none were to be found. The sweet and welcoming aroma of the bookroom stung my nostrils, as I strolled past it tonight. I then found new comfort on the church steps, and watched the grey sky open up before me. A woman reading a newspaper inside her home, watched me from her living room window, which then I decided it was time to depart from the church steps. I danced in the streets to the song "opression" , and opened my arms wide enough to embrace the wind. What a lovely night it was, and autumn soon approaches aswell. I am so giddy by the thought of it. I was told to "cheer up" by a good friend of mine, though there is no cheering up needed to be had tonight, or for days to come, I'm sure. I am feeling most wonderful, and magnificant tonight.

Tonight my shadow was stolen by headlights of passing cars. Tonight I observed works of art. Tonight I was enlightened about antiques by a man with an accent. Tonight I said "goodbye" to a lad, who seemed to be very obsessed with his right leg. Tonight I dug my feet into the sand, and spoke of pink furry handcuffs, and whips. Tonight I was told to "wake up" by a stranger in a white car.

It was a wonderful night, indeed. Anyhow, I went to the bookroom in town, and bought Fifth Business for $3.00, aswell as Memory and Dream by Charles De Lint for $4.00 (his books read wonderfully!). So, it was quite the find today in the bookroom. Next weekend I am dragging Emily to the Celtic Festival in OwenSound.

A night of immaturity has ended with a day of discontent. For once I'd just love to be content for one week, and never feel any other emotion. The thing that bothers me is not knowing why you feel so low, or knowing why but never being able to accept it or admit why, at the risk of seeming worthless. ..

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I just swam with dolphins in my tub, while wearing my yellow polka dot bikini..actually, it was orange but I like to believe it's a yellow polka dot bikini. Because then it reminds me of the song, which than brings back memories of doing a lip synch of that song infront of the school in grade 6. Oh, the memories that can evolve from tub time. I haven't had a bath for awhile...ATTENTION everyone, I do not bathe. I don't know why some kids would hate bath time, I loved bath time. I think every kid probably pretended to live two different lives on shore, and under the sea while in the bath..or perhaps I just did? Making mohawks in the tub use to be fun..I mean, making mohawks still is fun during bath time. Though tonights bath time didn't involve any of the those things, instead I embarked on adventures such as: reading the back of every shampoo, conditioner and body wash bottle and than I proceeded to b-box under water..or what I like to believe was b-boxing under the water. I'm talented. I also learned that I can only hold my breath under water for 46 seconds.

I live a sad, strange pathetic life. Hold me.

I think I focus too much on the future...