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Seriously, there needs to me more biodiversity in the furry fandom. So many strange and interesting creatures that get no attention.

I randomly want to get a commission of me playing with some kind of anthro pill bug.

And that car is still tiiiny. Can't even fit my bike inside of it properly. I think i can't get myself to not see it as a toy. I mean, me and a friend actually played with it by just bouncing it between eachother with it on neutral while talking.

And it squeezes into any small spot. It's silly.

... another really bad migraine this morning. Hadn't had one this bad in a while. Couldn't even get myself stable enough to go upstairs and take acetaminophen. Sometime it scares me, especially with what i can end up thinking when i get those. I don't want to end up like my father's father.

I won tickets to the hockey game last saturday. 'twas fun. Crowds can be very powerfull. Just going along with it and having fun can be... well, fun. I'm not that much of a fan of hockey, but it's still interesting enough, and just seeing how people are into it just awesome.

I'm really starting to need some land, or... Well, something. I really want to. But... I don't know. I'm kinda wishing i could have someone to build something with who'd be stable. Someone i'd know wouldn't just drift away for one or another reason. I've got projects that i think are too big for just one dragon alone.

Destroy the borders, please.

Apparently lots of coffee and not much sleep can make me be rather different... At least according to coworkers. It's kinda funny, 'cause all it does is make me fail to hold up the corporate-ish face and start messing with stuff.

Like our barcode scanners. They're awesome. I want some now. And i want to learn to write barcodes. As in draw them to be machine-readable. That would be so awesome. Or at least read them. I'm starting to want a barcode tattoo more and more.

I don't know why i feel the urge to sing so much these days. It's also funny how i've noticed that once i read more about certain artists, their songs become much nicer and enjoyable. Some really surprised me...

I need a better radio in that car-toy-thing. And i need my van fixed, damnit!

I'm half-growing a hate of garages. Why can't they just charge a sane cost. I mean, i just want my van fixed, why can't they do that without making tons of profit on me. I don't mind paying a fair price... But it gets just ridiculous sometimes.

I find it kinda funny to see how different drivers behave when i drive the swift compared to the motorhome. People try to shove me out of the way and stuff with that small toy, where with the motorhome people move aside to let me pass. I miss that...

Work is eh. I'm working five dozen jobs at once. It's fun and not. People like me at least. Tomorrow i'm going to another store again. I kinda like having to drive around like that.

I'm still not sure how much i'm going to want to keep this job in a few months. I'm at that point where i need to figure out where i want it to go. I can try going for insane again, if it works it could be awesome, if i fail it could be hell. Or i could stay with "eh"... and see how long i can go before i quit.

It's funny, i don't know if i'm good or if it's just really easy. Or both.

At least the people i work with are interesting.

I'm kinda curious... How often do people end up bleeding? I mean, i rarely go a day without sort of hurting myself one way or another. Does that happen to everyone, or it's just me?

I need to road trip. Badly. Probably should get the swift checked before i do. Or maybe i could just fill it with spares and tools.

Maybe my job could be done over cellnet. Most of it could, i think. I find it still kinda funny to think i'm probably one of the only person in the country with unlimited cellular net access. And why the hell isn't that more widespread? It could mean so much more freedom to so many.

That's another thing that is sort of funny. To think of all that can be going on on the other side of that window, that you can't see. I mean, i do sometime just drive to a random spot, then curl up in blankets in the back of the car with the laptop, and chat over cellnet there. But almost nobody would know of that.

I've never quite understood why people make a big deal of being on the internet while naked IRL. Why does it even make a difference?

Damnit, i wish i could have someone around to just say that kind of random stuff to, instead of typing it in a journal. Feels kindof pathetic in a way. But eh, people have jobs and stuff. But still. Grah. I should be asleep anyway.

Oh, and why do people make such a big deal of meeting up and blah. Hell, i'd be happy to go anywhere to just hang out and waste time or anything. Too many won't do a thing without a plan and everything, and a few hours to get ready, and worry about what they'll wear and anything.

... or maybe i'm the weird one for showing up with torn up clothes, a beard, messy hair and stuff. But whatever. Why spend two hours getting ready to do stuff instead of spending them doing stuff?

Potato cannons are awesome.

I want to roar and just go. Stupid laws.

Maybe i should do something crazy but still logical. Something to shake things up and make them more interesting. Something plain creative.

Or maybe i just need to get more tools. And a f'ing garrage! Damnit, i need workspace!

Maybe if i just call everyone who i'e ever randomly talked to about doing stuff and who seemed to want to go along and make one big insane thing.

... but can i even really trust people with that. Grah. Stupid people wanting love!

Heh.

... yeah, i still feel annoyingly weird with that stuff. I'm pissed off at love in one way 'cause it makes people so irrational sometimes. But is that even love? I'm not even sure. Either way, it's just a pain when people just go up and down and sideway and try to change themselve for another, and just end up being an overworked nobody stressing to please someone.

It's a bit what i found so awesome about the nightshift people. None of that stuff! Now dayshift is a messed up mix of "love" and "professional" relations colliding with eachother. And it's painfully obvious sometimes.

... and why does everyone's first question when they learn that my boss is female is "is she hot?". Grah, she's my boss, that's it.

It's funny how much people's reaction to my motorhome can be a good way to know how well i'm likely to get along with them. I love it so much for that sometimes. Almost makes me want to just patch up the inside but leave the same beat up, flaking off paint exterior.

Some people look at it, see paint flaking off, bits of rust, cracks in the putty patches, and say it's junk. Some other just see what it could be with a little bit of work and find it awesome...

I need to make that thing manual. I should be able to...

So many things i need to invest into, so little money.

And i should be sleeping. Not typing with my eyes closed in bed. So i guess that'll be all for today.

I can feel my tail against the wall at the end of my bed, it's funny.