my arms are cut up from the chicken wire. i wasn't being careful because i was distracted, so i was also being clumsy.

the ends that had been cut, they were sharp, and yeah. my arms took the brute of it.

there's over a foot in cuts on my left arm. but i think it's subtle enough i can go about life without people making too big a deal about it.

i was a cow for halloween.

so was angela (this wasn't planned), so near the end of the night we got together and a few of the people around us yelled stampede. so we took off running across this huge open place in the middle of a big trick or treating area. then we stopped, looked around, and someone yelled again, so we took off. again.

it was good.

because people laughed.

also, i can't tell people no, they let me down, so they can't be a part of something. i just cant.

well, no, i can. but i dont want to.

especially if we were friends in the past.

this might come back to bite me, later on, but for right now, it's ok.

im really tired.

i smell like hay.

you want my sexy body. but, no, you can not have my sexy hay smelling cow running body.

because, you see, i am like the wind. and you can not catch the wind.

unless you are a big wind catching machine that catches wind and turns and chops up wind and makes wind bleed and cry out in pain and whimper and if you are then DAMN YOU TO HELL!