I just read this:



meg,

ya know, mood rings are funny things. mine canges color out of no where. it didn't even explain what the colors ment on the package so i never know how i feel. i have to just feel what i feel instead of lookin at this handy ring that i have. i want to know what i feel with out having to look deep into my soul. i'll make up my own code:



green w/ yellow outside will mean that i'm all hot and bothered abnout something. example; mr rogers comes on tv and starts changing his shoes. my ring turns green with yellow outside because i mean why would you change your shoes to go into your house. why wouldn't you just wear no shoes. i mean its your house mr rogers!! come on now



yellow with pink outside will mean thatmy favorite simpsons episode is on. ya know the one where they turn into the thompsons and they moveinto the boat house and then sideshow bob follows them cause he wants bart dead and thats why they moved because bob wrote them letters inhis own blood. then the rakes. and the brownie and the chain saw. thats good stuff. too bad it hasn't turned yellow with pink outside yet. i miss sideshow bob.maybe someday



all black will mean that i just got out of the shower cause thats what it looks like when i get out of the shower. thats ring sure is smart.



blue with light blue outside will mean thaT i am hungry simple as that


uh oh better go its turning blue with light blue outside. i must follow the ring. its the master of me. why did i just write that i think its taking over my brain. mood rings are good must buy more mood rings mood rings mood rings mood rings mood rings mood rings mood rings

love scout



And it made me laugh a lot.

I wish that my brain could be tape recorded somehow...I would make a fortune, because I think the best things. My mind is always so chock-full of hillarious, insightful, crazy, affectionate, interestingly intriguing things. I just cannot handle it sometimes. It's so frusterating because I want to write it all down, but I always forget. That's what's frusterating. Anyhow, I have a paper to write, a painting to finish, a monoprint to finish, a lino-cut to finish, a book to finish, and sleep to get. The funny thing is that despite all of that, I just went to see Josh. And it was worth it. Because I love that kid. Hee-hee: kid. So I was thinking today that it would be so great, if you wanted to run away, to mail yourself. That's right. This is what I would do...

You see I know how to ship things, and this is what the process would be:
Make myself a wooden crate, big enough for me and food and drink and possibly pillows and blankets. Put airholes in it. For breathing purposes. You would have to lay down in the crate, cover it with two pieces of plywood, {sp} and bring the drill into the crate with you. That way you could close it and possibly re-open it. (You would have to call CCX before you got in though and fill out all of the paperwork before this all though.) Then you would wait for CCX to come and take the package!!! IT'S THAT EASY!!! No, really, it would be that easy. I would do it. My face itches. A lot. Remember that time that Josh had roids??? I do...