Words of a Stranger

Waxing lyrical of the crappy details of my life and my views with a healthy dose of cynicism, sarcasm and everything you like about non-wholesome movies.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

There are some times when you have to let go to move on, and some times when you have to hang on to survive.

Proof that ants can survive anywhere: There was a colony of ants nesting in my mum's car. We found an army marching along the door seal. Some seal.


I couldn't resist it two days ago I bought a sword pendent. Gothic like. There was another type, but I figured I wasn't suppose to blow 24 bucks in one go.


I've a feeling I blew something else as well.


Business preparations back on the slow down...


I've proven to myself once again that the only way I'll manage long hair is with a conditioner. That's how I untangled my comb today.


I want a white horse, a long, flowy white dress, and a meadow. Either that, or a huge jacuzzi.


That's it. I'm so going swimming tomorrow. Must be post-diving blues.

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