collective random thoughts

sometimes i feel like clipping bushes with those enlarged scissor things.

sometimes i feel like hammering a fourteen-inch nail into balsa wood, so that the hammering sensation won't be over too soon. plus, balsa wood is pretty frail so it just might splinter.

sometimes i feel like shoving my face into a box that has a temperature of -34 degrees.


i feel sitting in snow for hours until i get sweaty and have to go inside and drink hot chocolate, which, ironically, doesn't make me any hotter.

....but only sometimes.