a couple weeks ago, a buddy of mine was saying there was a Snake in the Chinese Horoscope, and i was saying there wasn't. So we tried to list all twelve animals, which took awhile.

"There's... Monkey, Dragon...Cock, Boar..."
"Dog..."
"Right... and Sheep..."
"Tiger...Horse..."
"Crane? Is there a crane?"
"No, i think cranes are more of a japanese thing."
"They have cranes in China, too. Cranes aren't only in Japan."
"Yeah, but i think they're more important in japanese culture."
"Okay, how about frogs?"
"No."
"Goat? Or is that the same as Sheep?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Ox."
"Cat?"
"No."
"Bear...? No, no."
"Snake..."
"I'm telling you, there's no snake!"

eventually we drove to a bookstore and looked it up. and it turns out there is a snake.

so i was wrong, but what really made me angry is that my buddy is a Dragon, and I'm a Monkey. what the fuck is up with that? how come some people get to be this wonderful mystical creature, and others have to be rabbits or cocks or pigs or monkeys? i'll admit, monkey is a lot better than a chicken, but compared to a DRAGON, it sucks.

i'm really hungry. good thing i packed those peanut butter sandwiches! thing is, i'm not really into peanut butter. sure, it's okay, but it gets old real quick. and it usually needs a little jelly to give it some oomph.

also: Chunky over Creamy, any day.

yesterday, i ran into an old friend who i haven't seen in awhile but i'd been wanting to call lately. it was really nice seeing them, even if just for 10 minutes. it made my day. which is why i need more friends who live in this godforsaken state. so i can run into them and be happy.

you should write me an email.

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