Reading that last post reminds why I initially vowed to never write on personal matters because a) it's embarassing, b) it's never any good for the reader, and c) who cares?
Sometimes my female tendancies shine bright and show the world that I am indeed a member of the breasted gender. What makes us so intense and what the hell makes us take part in irrational behaviour that we'll only regret later? Tonight I witnessed a fellow breasted friend hunt her prey while keeping an eye on surrounding competition. I may as well have been watching an episode on the nature channel. I couldn't keep myself from watching the entire scene take place. I felt like telling her at one point that 'this is the part where you can retreat, he'll be sure to follow... if you stay, there will only be a brutal battle to the death'. But like the silent viewer, I watched quietly until my stomach growled. With it needing to be fed, I returned home for some vegetable curry and quinoa salad.