No. 5

you know, there are some things in life that a woman simply should not do. and I firmly believe that taking out the trash is one of those very things. that is a job for the penis counterparts. judging from the monstrosity that my roommate and I just heaved to the dumpster, we are in major need of boyfriends and/or a male roommate. and yes, that is what I am starting this blog with. deal with it as you may, but I'm on to the next one.

I am not a person of many spoken words.
if given the option, I would rather be the listener rather than the speaker. which may very well be the primary reason that I enjoy listening to music as much as I do, but that is beside the point. back to my constant need to keep my emotions on the inside as opposed to the outside. I suppose that if I keep my thoughts inside of my head, they will be safe there. it's like if I let them into the world, they will get twisted or judged or taken as offensive or any other various action that can be applied to spoken words. and it seems as though that can get me into...predicaments. my usual "quietness" gets misconstrued into an array of feelings and emotions that simply are not intended. but I'm not so sure as to how to fix this problem? I really don't enjoy talking all that much, but...I don't really know.

and I guess the only reason that I even bring it up is because it caused a slight tussle tonight. but I do not really know how to explain myself in physical words. so the blog gets it instead of the person that really  needs to hear it. I suppose it will have to do for now.

to be nobody but yourself

in a world that is doing its best, day & night,

to make you everybody else

means to fight the hardest battle

which any human being

can fight

and never stop fighting.

e.e. cummings