390. i guess.

if i ever ever do get a cat i shall either name it Cat or Dog.

i'm still not certain what would be the most suiting, it should at the very least be something really uncreative and uninspiring.

if i ever get a dog, though, i shall call it Cat.
or maybe Seagul. or Panda. or Shitface. or Scarecrow. or Fetch. or Petrolatum. or Oily Mess. or Motherfucker. or Monster. or Seaweed.

that's the only reason why i would ever consider getting meself a companionAnimal. it's just the sheer namegiving that tempts me into this lifelong trap (at least on the beast's behalf)

well yeah, suitably i'll shove in a 'whatever' here, because it was voted the most annoying word for four years in a row now, or something. i don't fully believe in the allMighty internet, but this piece of irrelevant info got stuck, tho.

now, all i want to do is go for a swim. i can't remember owning a swimsuit, so it'll be the usual Bra and Shorts-combo i get myself into before hitting the icy urinehole that is the common swimmingpool.

another 'whatever' is called for here. so you say, i'm being rather horrid.

i believe in apples.


also, i have so many secrets or uncomfortable things that people may confront me with, that i just mainly keep to myself at all cost. i ruin  entire days in order to protect them, rather than doing something with them. what is this selfdestructive way of getting through days? where is the logic?

i'm sad and stressed out. tired of this:

being held back. what the fuck.