To ease the explosion

I'm going to explode.

To try to ease the impact of the imminent catastrophe, I had to change something. I just cut my hair, short.

Change is good... but it still hasn't gotten me what I really want. It is NOT true that talking about something makes it better. It makes it worse.

"Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother." (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Remember that.

Unintended Poem

You know that song, "I'm Only Happy When It Rains" by Garbage? Well I'm only happy when it snows. It's the one time when I don't feel like a horrid cow.

And he can't see me. I've been dreaming of him for the past -- what is it now? Three years? -- and he can't see me at my best. He never has.

When will he see me in the snow?

When will he look at me and realize that my eyes are his favorite color of blue?

When will he reach out and pluck me from my perch atop this tower of self-made seclusion?

When will he build the bridge between my dreams and reality?

When will he finally realize "Oh my God, I love her"?

When will he see that I'm not cold, I'm careful?

When will he finally see the fires of love burning behind my icy eyes?

When he sees me in the snow.

Knife Skills

I have the unique distinction of being the first person of the first lunch of the first day of the year that the school cafe was open...

To cut myself.

"Awesome," you might say, "Smooth," or even "That chick powns at cutting."

All of the above are false. Completely. It was pseudo-fantastic, though. I cut myself while making my English teacher's sandwich. Silent paybacks are a bitch.

Ewgh

So much of the morose word clusters!

A CHANGE HAS COME TO YOUR JELLY CLUSTERS BY TRANSMIT OF THE LAUGHTERS!

What is Helen Keller's favorite color? Corduroy.
What do you call a deer with no eyes? No i-deer
What do you call a dog with no legs? Doesn't matter. It won't come anyways.

Hm.

Oh! My Tardis box has found the occasion to epically fail. Its bottom is now nonexistent. HOWEVER, I now have clear plastic for the manufacture of Christmas presents. What's the postage for sending small items to Japan? People have to move so far away... But no matter. It shall return for the repast of nutburgers at the House of the Rising Sun.