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I cannot tell you how happy I am that people do not reproduce as fast as amoebas (so sorry - amoebae) do. Don't get me wrong, I love the general populous, but honestly, some people are weird. And not in a good way. Oh well. But seriously, why do some people have to be creepy? I'm a little sorry for the fact that not everyone can be viewed as the good kind of weird, for lack of a better word. Wait, there is a better word: Unique. Yay c:

I'm also sorry for the two world wars. But not the civil war. That one was necessary. I guess they were all kind of necessary when you look at the turn around of the economy and all that. But the idea of war is kind of dumb.
I'm sorry for the way ABBA ended up.
I'm sorry that the best lotion in the world has to be made from hemp.
I'm sorry that most of my CD's are pirated.
I'm sorry for my blue rubber duckie that isn't sitting in his look-out post in my car tonight.
I'm sorry for Tinker Bell. She must always be so cold.
I'm sorry for my dull scissor and they're lack of sharpness.
I'm sorry for my neglected journal(s). No. Journal-S. The S wasn't really an option since I've been neglecting all of them.
I'm sorry that not everyone can enjoy duct tape as much as I do.
I'm sorry that my car gets so lonely at night.
I'm sorry that I couldn't think of anything better to blog about.

Finally but not really, I am a little bit sorry that my Phantom of the Opera soundtrack comes before my Wicked soundtrack in my CD player. I did get Wicked first and it seems that it should receive some sort of precidence in my stereo. But my CD of ABBA Greates Hits is third so I guess it only matters that those are the three in there and that it's been that way for about a week now. Oh the places you will go...

Speaking of farms, I obtained a rubber cow today. He's by my rubber piggy. They're cute c: I also happened to buy two pairs of jeans the other day. These are very special jeans you see, for they have names. One is called Opal and the other is called Ruby. They came with ribbons that had their names on them. I think I'm going to use them in my giant journal somehow. I just can't decide the most fabulous way to do it yet.

Also, I couldn't find the tape today so a wrapped my brother's birthday presents with ticky-tack instead. Sorry Wes... But that should be a fun little adventure for him come Sunday. Huh.

Good kind of weird? K. Thanks. Bye.