poor fishies

i wanted to write something insightful (ie. how i'm metamorphosizing as an entrepreneur, a woman, and a person), or annoyingly sentimental (ie. how over-timing boyfriend is making me worry that i will bear and rear our children all by myself, with focus on rearing as not much can be done about the bearing). but nothing comes out. blank.

so i stare at the fishes widget on this page.

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<---------- here.

i actually feel kind of sad for the fishes. you'll see if you stare at them long enough. go ahead.

my poor blog pets.