The title says it all. Love's a screwed up thiong no matter where you're from or what kinda person you are. Take me for example, a few days ago I ws tearing myself apart over one girl, then another one came and found me (Lorena) now there's two more that are after my affection, so I'm just kinda sitting, thinking about being a Hermit because that would be interesting.
Another interesting thing, I have a room-mate. His name is Gerard, and he is a mouse. Not really a pet, nor a pest. More of an alarm clock. He runs his little way around my room in circles, looping behind my bed, under my desk, and then darting behind my tv before running back to where he started. At 5 in the morning (every morning so far) he climbs up my shelves and pushes books down to wake me up, then scurries back down and sitts on my computer, tapping on the case like a child on Ritilin having a seizure while holding a rattle untill I say something. then he looks at me, checks the floor for food, and succries to where-ever he's got his nest (I haven't figured out where yet) and goes to sleep.
I wish my life were that simple, but I guess in theory it is. I run around in circles all day, grab some food, then go to sleep. Funny little world isn't it? Where mice have life figured out better then men.
*sigh* I'm thinking of moving, not sure where to yet, maybe to Calgary, maybe to Cochrane. I've got friends in places I do suppose, and I feel it's time to do something spontaneous.
Gerard will probably come with me, though I'm not sure how the domestic life will seem to him. Anyways people, I hope you're enjoying the Journal, it's public for a reason.
Ciao