in retrospect

i've got a disease. it's called the oyster disease. (oh did you know that oysters may change sex one or more times during their life span? very out of point, but i thought was an interesting fact.) sometimes i feel like an oyster. nope i dont have bisexual tendencies, but rather, im like live oysters that shut themselves tightly out of the water. There are very few people who make me feel like im in water, like i can really be myself - out of all of them there was only one person who had a Y chromosome.


you know, sometimes that's just the most important thing, to feel right. maybe that's why i thought he was the one. but maybe that just wasn't enough.




sometimes when i have a lot to say, i end up not saying at all. welcome back kim. someoneverywise once told me, if you're not sure, don't say it at all. observe, think, and you don't always have to speak. maybe it is true, sometimes, silence is golden.





oysters are ugly though.



i wish i was a chipmunk. much cuter (: