BonnieBrilliant

I love fish. They are my favorite animal. I  have two beta fish. I would have many more, except I haven’t the money to set up my own aquarium at this point in time. Though, when I become rich, or marry some talented architect, I will have an enormous aquarium, filled with all the most beautiful fish that I can buy. Along with that, I will have 2 separate tanks, for my miniature sharks, and koi. Because I won’t mix those with other specimen of fish. And numerous Single fish tanks for the magnificent betas that I can get. Though, I will have to remember to make them covered tanks, because I don’t want another Beta suicide. And maybe, after a while, I will try my hand at a jellyfish, though, I will do as much research about them as I can, or I will probably end up killing them. And I will have to make sure I have the right kind of tank, and food, and maybe after a week I will decide they are too much work, and donate them to an aquarium. I refuse to get any seahorses, because I hear they are terribly fragile, and I would most definitely end up inadvertently killing them. I want to decorate my aquariums with starfish, and real sea weed, though I think the seaweed might make the tanks harder to clean. I might get a tank dedicated to turtles and frogs, because I have raised frogs from tadpoles before, and I really enjoyed it. And I have always liked turtles. Thinking about it, I should probably become a marine biologist, but I feel like I would lose all joy in the company of aquatic species if I took a job concerning them. And maybe I should just live under the ocean, or on a boat house, so that I could have the company of them without the pressures of sustaining them. But I think that if I did that, I wouldn’t have the satisfaction of collecting them. I think that if I just go through with my plans, I will love every moment of it, because I really love fish.

I have a feeling that there are many things with far more importance that I could be doing, like contemplating the meaning of my existence again, or sleeping. But I can’t think about anything other than the desperateness of some people. I have been on numerous sites, and in numerous chat rooms with numerous people. And I have found that there are some people, namely guys, who I have treated so badly just for being there, that tell me that they like me, and want to be with me. Now, I have to wonder WHY?? Possibility Number 1: I suppose it might be because they just want to be loved, or need someone to pay them some kind of one-on-one attention. It makes sense; if you can’t get it in person, ask a troll, they have too much time on their hands anyway. Maybe they will realize the error of their ways, be nice, and play along. Though, that only inclines me to make fun of them. Why? Because I know a certain friend of a friend that will do just that because he’s horny. I dunno if I am allowed to type that, but I just did. Possibility Number Two: They are horny. I don’t really understand the appeal of having relations with random strangers with the code name of, for instance, Master B. Ates or BICK PENAS. But I know a certain friend of a friend that does.  Possibility Number 3: Going on the horny idea, they might feel it is the only way they will get some, because this certain friend of a friend is not the most attractive guy, and I am sure he knows. So, in my attempt to understand his mind, I assume that he is hoping to get a girl in a situation she can not get out of until they…relate. Or maybe he finds genuinely easy girls who are ugly and desperate too. (I do love my censorship.) Now, it is 2:28 A.M. It took me 7 minutes to think all that mess up. Why it matters? I don’t know, or really care. All I know, is that I need a better use of my time, because thinking of the above issue is really scaring my mental tissue.