Mary had a little lion, no really, she did.

If I am exclusively identified as something within space & time, as an aspect of the world of phenomena, as a fragment, then time easily becomes an enemy. My enemy. Within its grasp I will fall within the pits of this timely world. Eventually, within all reason, within all doubt and self righteousness, I will find myself unable to go on. Unable, after years of exposure to unkindness I show others, and within harms way, Karma will definitely meet up with me. No matter, the spite I am motivated by or the memories I feel should be opportune for the reason. When this time comes, I will not be prepared. When this time comes, I will, however, knowingly face up to harms that I have committed unto others and realize to my astonishment, me: The queen bitch. The outmost hypocrite.

On another note, we got our new car today. A Rav4. Used. 2004. It looks super nice, however it's still not my favorite pick; I liked the Dodge Caliber more. And black? Of all of the colours they could have picked. Black. Not that it's bad or anything, it's just “safe”. My dad says its "conservative", I just think that's a big word for "Not having the balls to buy a more courageous coloured vehicle". Also, they totally over paid for it, by a few thousand. I guess this is what we're stuck with for another 10 years. Or rather what THEY’RE stuck with for another 10 years. Once I’m done with university I’m getting my own damn car! Muhaha!

Best part of the day? They let me drive! Wow, it was smooth, and light, and just plain beautiful. It turns on a dime. So, without further ado: voila.