little things, a new saga

someday i'll be dead. and i'm too sporadic with my paper journals nowadays to keep an accurate record of my life. why write when you can type? btw, my hand cramps after a page. i used to be able to write pages and pages and not even have my hand get warm. so not used to writing anymore! =(

so little things, teeny tidbits of info about my life. there will be no structure, just your average mind dump. it's the little things that make every person unique.

- when i was little i used to drink OJ and milk in the same cup, at the same time so that my mother wouldn't have too many dishes in the sink. plus it was delicious. i did it today just to remember how it was & it was still fantastically good. i haven't done that in years!

- when i walked down to first floor, i keep my right hand on the rail & as i round out the landing i slide my hand to the rail posts and grip that metal bar hard with my right hand. this is to prevent any catastrophic falls down the last flight of stairs. this hand-rail coordination was brought on by a catastrophic fall down the last flight of stairs while bringing my laundry down. i could've blamed it on the cat but even shimmy's not that mean. anyway, the fall brought on a glorious era of ass pain for the next month or so. and true to my ways, i did not go see a doctor.

- i smell chi chi once in awhile, just for security's sake. chi chi is no longer sky blue gray but still lovable.

- to this day, still no assigned gender for chi chi but generally think chi chi is a he.

- chi chi has never been washed since i got him. upon my mother's suggestion to wash him, i said no he'll drown. she never asked again.

- i used to believe little gnomes or dwarves lived in rocks, mushrooms, flowers, and trees.

- i realized how small i was compared to the universe when i was about 5 yrs old, judging from how teeny tim's voice sounded that night. but i looked up at the night sky from outside our house in the PI, saw the stars and realized how far they must be and if i ever got lost, no one would find me. i felt like a grain of rice against everything else. ... then i was back to thinking about the dwarves in the mushrooms in our yard.

- i thought, tim did too, that the bird in the cuckoo clock had a whole separate life aside from announcing the top of the hour at our house. like he had an chair and ottoman and read the newspaper while he waited for the next hour. i'm still mad tay threw away the clock when we moved from belleville.

- i hate lint stuck in corners or crevices or any tiny spaces.

goodnight! 041408/1256hrs