Random thoughts of the day: my room smells like peppermint.. a little too much. I think I went a little insane with the essential oil. I need to remove my room posters. They don't mix well with my sleeping pills. I love vests. I think a guy with longish hair, and a shirt, and a tie, over jeans.. is too sexy to be acceptable. I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to rape you and tear off your pretty shirt. Or tear off your pretty shirt and rape you. I just found out they use placentas to make beauty creams. Thank god I only use herbal stuff. Sometimes I laugh hysterically at really horrible situations. I think it's a natural reaction not to go insane because I'm too sensitive. Or maybe I'm just a really horrible person trying to find excuses. My grandmother is 90 years old. I had a hermaphrodite friend. I really don't know what's the craze about pancakes. I wonder if there's a meaning in between my thought associations, which I believe to be random... grandmother... hermaphrodite... pancakes... I don't like people who try too hard to be smart, witty, funny, indie, or... anything. I just don't like poseurs. I love watching channels in foreign languages that I don't understand, that is... anything but roman languages, english or French. Arabic is pretty funny. I hate animal cruelty more than anything else. I think too many people try to find meaning in truly random things... when there really isn't a meaning, a reason... a... game. It really is random. Paranoiacs. I saw my dog eat grass this morning. It was cute. He does that to make himself throw-up, I think. I sometimes feel like I look a myself from a different pov than mine. I recently got over killing insects. I now let them live.. even feel extremely guilty about killing them. I ask someone to remove them for me though, maybe the next step is to be able to live with them.. in harmony. I read the scientific explanation of laughter. Why we laugh. What happens in the body. It made me laugh. Joan of Arc is an invention of the French government. Already, at the time, they tried to manipulate the masses. I am glad I found out, was not surprised, and I am very glad I don't let myself be manipulated by the government. I used to have a problem keeping stuff for myself... I don't mean keeping secrets for other people, that, actually, I was always very good at, I never betray people's secrets, if I promise not to tell, I won't tell. But I used to have to tell people everything. It was manic. Now, I am fine with not telling everyone about my every move and thought and everything... it comes with maturity, I guess... or age... or inner calm. Or peace. I feel like going for a long drive today. Make a cd, listen to it while driving who knows where. I like that very much, driving while listening to music. I think I have an ability for art, but I never really exploited it. I wonder who actually cares about my random thoughts. Most people who will reply to this will post their own random thoughts without even reading mine. In French we call that: "bellybuttonism"
