Christ!-
(in the same context one would utter "Fuck!")
Every attempt I begin at "blogging" or "journaling" ends up being an excercise in futility.
I had a livejournal for about 7 years. If I look at any entry earlier than 2007, I gag myself at my own pathetic tripe. I know in another few years, I'll be saying the same about this. My father found my livejournal online one day about 2 years ago, which despite my astoundingly dull life, apparently contained enough black-mail worthy material to bookmark my page under the subtle keyword "NOSE."
Today is father's day.
Sorry.
Two nights ago I woke up at four in the morning.
Outside was a white minature horse on my porch.
I'm not lying.
Her name was Misty (I found out later).
I swore for a few semi-conscious moments that there was a fucking unicorn staring at me.
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