rolls and ribs & death

two from January 16, 2006

Chris ate my baby back ribs while I was painting and all that was left were two rolls so I ate those instead. Yep, the end.

*shape shifting again tonight*

((( no music - just a fan and a cat )))


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Oh, there's irony. The subject is death and the category - life. HAHAHA.

So, I've written this in my diary tonight and wanted to share. I am living to die. I'm am totally and excitedly prepared for the journey into the realm of the unknown. Call it an adventure. I admit - just as DaVinci claimed on his death bed - that I would feel like so much has been left undone if I were to die tonight; so many people left to save, so much more to create. Then again, if I were to die tonight, then I suppose that everything would have been done that I was to do, because He was calling me home.

A friend of the Chapman family (that would be one of my ex's family's) recently threw himself infront of a semi(?) on the highway and was badly injured. His reason? He wanted a near-death experiance. At first my reaction was 'woah, that's sick and twisted'. But after I thought about it for a day, I realized that I would probably do the same thing! What knowledge to gain! What experiances to learn! Indeed, I AM the one who would like to try an induced coma to see what it was like. ... Hm. End of thoughts for tonight.