Enter my alley-cat’s brain!
These are the fish it’s been digging out of garbage cans this week:
The eager announcement of Osama bin Laden’s death unsettles me, as do the shape-shifting facts of the situation.
Humans are not so much social animals as they are fear-filled animals, and I suddenly see how the two concepts get confused ALL THE TIME.
I don’t believe the past or future exist, because the present is all I can touch.
I don’t want to be anyone’s firefly-in-a-jar, and I don’t want a firefly-in-a-jar.
I have no awareness of the volume of my own voice.
If people cease to exist the second they leave my field of vision/hearing, then I don’t have to worry about what they think anymore.
I am not ready for summer.
Shark’s comment of “Aw… first world problems!” now haunts me on a regular basis. (All of my problems are first world problems. Suddenly they look less like problems and more like whining.)
I am a horrible driver.