If you spend 10 years turning yourself into someone else, eventually you become that person. In theory. Unfortunatly, that makes it really fucking difficult to go back. Mort's really getting out of hand these days.

Anyways, got my old writting portfollio mailed to me from my highschool. Apparently they found it while cleaning. I think I'll post some of the stuff I like in it. I've discovered that I was one morbid fuck back then. Not that I'm not now, it just surprises me how evident it was in this portfollio. I kind of understand why my teacher seemed so worried about my home life. Of course, if I had a dollar for every time my mother was forced to see a social worker..I'd have..um..12 bucks? I didn't really pay attention, but it seems that way from the way my mom talks
Just goes to show, if you shower your child with love, and encourage them to be whoever they want, and don't try to mold them into a little box, you will have your ass hounded by the goverment because you are a negligent abusive mother who has unfortunatly created a monster who is (gasp) Different.. Of course, my other friends are raped and beaten and such, but of course, they smile and don't write about bad things, so we don't have to worry about them. Good little conformists. Best if they keep it all inside so that they can just go commit suicide at 50, when no one will care.

OK..so maybe I'm still a morbid fuck.

P.S. I've officially (well maybe not officially..I wasn't awarded the key to the city or anything) saved... 9 baby birds this week. You'd think their mothers would learn not to build their nests above a house that has 9 outdoor cats. I've developed a sonar that can distinguish the exact high pitched squeak a baby bird makes when it is crushed in the jaws of a feline. My neighbors must think I'm crazy, because I periodicly run outside half dressed to wrestle with a kitty.