I was trying to be melodramatic when I came up with the title but failed miserably. I sound like one of those emo-goth kids these days...one of the ones that happens to also love monkeys (which is relatively rare if you ask me, but since I do not actually hang out with an altogether emo-goth crowd it may in fact be unrare). I love most of life at the moment. My fiance and I are in the middle of our 'marriage course' which is rather hilarious as our 'facilitators' are into their 70s and much prefer to joke around and tell stories about life than about marriage. If I was a deep person I'd think that they were trying to get a point across about marriage being an extension of life and experience and that that is what makes it so beautiful. But I'm not deep, I like to wade in to my hips and splash water at jellyfish and scream like a little girl when one comes near me. >.> <.< THEY HAVE BEADY TENTACLE EYES! NO JUDGING!
Anyway, I am so happy when I am with m fiance, she makes me forget about all those bad things and makes me think about good things like hugging and tickling and flirting and hmphing, etc. etc. But when it's late at night and I'm at work I think about sad things like death and the fact that I probably won't be remembered too too long after I'm gone. So lately I have been trying to find something to make me remembered, something that does not require mass murder or genocide or eating lots of dried goods. Give me some ideas people.
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So some guy told me yesterday that I was the root of all sentient life. I told him I like turnip.
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