realizations are interesting things.

from earlier today: "god damn it, i think i just feel sorry for charlie brown. and somehow turn that into a collection of boys who resemble charlie brown. which is not at all what i actually want. especially because, in an oddly neat turn of cartoon metaphor, it turns me into a slightly evil version of the little redheaded girl..."

charlie brown needs a hug. i, apparently, need a new hobby.*


*am i talking about the boy collection or the cartoon analogizing? YOU DON'T KNOW! i include staring at the wall in my list of hobbies -- either is possible.