Demons walk..and people talk...

Feeling of oppression for some reason..as if the walls of communication have suddenly shot up out of the ground.. and I can't get to the people inside.
Maybe it's just a phase. Maybe it's the wind.
Or maybe I'm really a disappointment and every one is too polite to tell me.
To He Who Has Deleted His Diary... I hope I wasn't a cause of that...I hope I'm just being hyper-sensitive and super-girly.
Just how long DOES rice last if it's refrigerated?
I hope friendships last longer than rice.
I really hope I don't lose my mind to the wind and the noise of traffic in the street.
Life is much better with rice and vodka.. but would be a thousand times better with company of a nighttime sort... Get your mind out of the gutter, I don't mean it that way!
Not that THAT would be bad either..

Rambling.. Sorry fellow night crawlers.. felt I had to vent in my random not so lucid manner..

Did you hear about the news story of the whale that has a completely unique call.. like 30decibals above all other known whales.. and who's migratory pattern is completely different from every other whale know...

I think that must be a very lonely whale.

End Transmission.

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I also just finished "The Kitchen God's Wife"... and I cried.

Gods I'm such a freaking girl.