#fish

I could feel it was my moment to speak, but I was so still and unmoving that I almost created my own context. maybe that wasn’t the moment I was suppsoed to say something. Maybe nothing was expected of me in that moment. Everything that he said had so much direction and understanding around where...

here we are, diary, in the middle part of the unkindest month. our - not their. after years of using our devious wiles and prayers and wit to survive the cruel shipwreck, we remember the day the tide found us dreaming: it sucked us out to sea. now that's done. we are dead and resurrected…

Just this morning I was reading this. And now I have to write another. January 15 2008 - September 6 2009 Darling red fish, my burninator. Trogdor. I never did buy him a bigger bowl for his 'birthday' in january. He was a very social fish, got to hang out with the Split Rail people…

Today marks 5 years of my being here on OD. and to celebrate my diary's 5th birthday I... cleaned Trogdor's bowl. And got my car's emissions checked. And attempted to tag entries but got bored after doing the recipe ones. Watching Jake play a Mario game, I asked if he could fall through the crack...

You know those ads for nasal sprays that fix that massive explody feeling (apparently - I don't use nasal sprays coz they weird me out)... yeah, there was one and the person's massive head was a teddy bear. I was hoping she would just get a small teddy bear head after the medicine but nooo,…