concerning pocky day; it was a success.
today is Christmas eve, at about 11:20 at night. that's all I wanted to say, so...
Merry Christmas, Joyeux Noel, Happy Holidays, Bonne Annee, Happy New Year's, and every other thing that I don't remember at present moment.
I wanted to clean my room. cause we're moving and I wanted to inventory everything that I was going to pack up, right? so I spend, like, two hours cleaning this morning. I leave thinking that I cleaned up pretty darn good. I come back and I realized that all did was take everything off the floor and put it on my bed. and all the trash I threw out amounted to only a stack of papers less than two inches high. I fail.
walking home one day, an idea popped into my head.
what if everyone were a hermaphrodite? no one would care if you were a guy or a girl and such-an-such, right?
my friend said he'd sooner kill himself because he's scared of hermaphrodites and of being one himself.
this made me laugh and for some reason i'd thought i'd share it with y'all.