My mood lately as been very much like stepping in dog shit. I would not consider myself "depressed", but rather just the feeling you get when you step in a heaping, steamy pile of dog dung! Like nothing is going right, but nothing is really going wrong either, but you still can't avoid that pile. It's a funk that I can't seem to get out from under lately, and I can't exactly pinpoint the cause(s) because there really isn't anything causing it. I don't know how to explain it, but I am sick of stepping in dog shit and having the lingering smell follow me everywhere.
In Barcelona's Ramblas area, members of the Anima Naturalis movement lie in mock coffins to protest the torture and death of bulls at bullfights. Why are they laying there in their underpants??? Does that help save the bulls or does it just draw more perverts to their cause???
Just a cool peaceful picture of fish!
Paris Hilton was released from jail early today because of an unspecified medical problem and will fulfill the remainder of her sentence for probation violation in home confinement with an ankle bracelet. I wonder what her "medical" condition was??? Any guesses? I bet she was sick of not being able to do what she wanted!This tree in Rosemont, Illinois is causing a stir, it is said that the pattern in the bark resembles the late mayor Don Stephens. Ok, I don't see shit...I guess it would help if I new who Don Stephens was and what he looked like!