that girl, she lives in her own heart. that's a mighty big place to live.

Life is all in how you imagine it. We all live life in our own heads. Or hearts. It's only as short or as long as we make it seem. We can live for only a hundred years, or we can live for a whole hundred years. We can have a half full glass of mountain dew, or that glass can be half empty. We can have only one friend, or we can have one friend who is just enough.

I choose a whole hundred, a half full glass, and one friend who is just enough. I don't know about you, but if my life is the way I imagine it, I'm going to imaine a whole lot of fire breathing space dragons with bad attitudes, because I think they'd be cool.

Anyway.

There was a point in time this weekend when I thought that everything I knew was going to change. I thought for real when she told me to go, she meant it. And I wasn't ever allowed to come back. It was like my heart, as simple and care-free as it is, was using my tounge as a diving board. It leapt out of my mouth and crash landed on the floor, breaking all the bones in it's tiny boneless body. Thankfully, this was only a five minute feeling. Things are good again. I read her Twilight until she fell asleep.

I don't know what I would ever do if I lost her.

Another change in subject (last one, I swear).

When an accident happens, and I'm not talking car accident, I'm talking someone bumps into a table and breaks a vase, or someone drops a plate and it shatters, normal people wont flip the hell out and cause a household World War. However, no one in my household is normal, thus, a World War has ensued.

Wahoo.

The funny thing about life is;; i'm getting nuttin' for christmas because I contributed to the greenhouse effect which melted the polar icecaps, which melt the North Pole where Santa Claus lives. He's mad.