i'm not too comfortable eating lamb for some reason. tonight i had "hunter's pie" from the dining hall, which consists of beef, lamb, and vegetables, all covered with mashed potatoes. it looked too yummy and i'm a sucker for meat pies (pot pies...drool). so logically, lamb is just another common meat, but i would still rather not eat it. beef, pork, chicken, duck--no problem. but lamb? it just feels wrong. like eating veal. i'm definitely not some radical animal rights activist/vegan (i think we have sharp incisor teeth for very valid reasons), but lamb doesn't seem like normal meat to me. maybe because lambs are too...furry. how perfectly illogical and species-ist of me.
in any case, i find lamb meat tastes odd. there also seems to be a lot of fat attached to lamb meat. lazy lambs.
clean laundry is so amazing. smelling fabric softener-ed clothes translates into unadulterated pleasure for a few precious seconds. mmm.
it's funny how we can't think when we're emotionally involved. people outside of the situation would probably be able to say, with complete confidence, that so-and-so will happen. when you're involved, however, it's difficult to tell. you suspect events will play out a certain way, but you don't want to get your hopes up and be proven incorrect, so you second-guess, then third-guess, then...you get the picture.
it's not uncommon to find me wandering around in circles in my own head. where am i? obviously i have no fucking clue.
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"I Remember" -Damien Rice
i remember it well, the first time that i saw
your head 'round the door 'cause mine stopped working
i remember it well, there was wet in your hair
i was stood in the stairs and time stopped moving
i want you here tonight, i want you here
'cause i can't believe what i found
i want you here tonight, i want you here
nothing is taking me down, down, down...
i remember it well, taxied out of a storm
to watch you perform and my ships were sailing
i remember it well, i was stood in your line
and your mouth, your mouth, your mouth...
i want you here tonight, i want you here
'cause i can't believe what i found
i want you here tonight, i want you here
nothing is taking me down, down, down...
except you, my love. except you, my love...
come, all ye lost
dive into moss
i hope that my sanity covers the cost
to remove the stain of my love
paper mache
come, all ye reborn
blow off my horn
i'm driving real hard
this is love, this is porn
god will forgive me
but i...i whip myself with scorn, scorn
i wanna hear what you have to say about me
hear if you're gonna live without me
i wanna hear what you want
i remember december
and i wanna hear what you have to say about me
hear if you're gonna live without me
i wanna hear what you want
what the hell do you want?
