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6 November 2005

On chinchillas…

Well, nearly one whole week of pet ownership has gone by and I can say this right now: chinchillas are strange pets. That being said, here’s a compendium of chinchilla facts that I have put together through my extensive experience.

  1. Chinchillas are extremely soft. They say this on websites and in informational guides, but until you touch one, you have no idea. None.
  2. These are ridiculously sensitive animals. Where a hamster can be scooped up and placed in any cage, anywhere (just so long as it can continue pooping everywhere) a chinchilla needs time to adjust. Like, my guess right now would be a week.
  3. Her daily activities, thus far, consist of hiding, running in fright, chirping out sounds of alarm, staring and pooping.
  4. Chinchillas are not particularly cuddly when they are terrified that you are going to eat them. They don’t want to sit on your shoulder or curl up in your lap, no matter how many videos you’ve seen of it on the internets.

That’s all the material I have on the still-nameless chinchilla residing in my living room. I’ll probably spend this evening like the last few, lying on the floor, chirping with her for slightly less than an hour.

Only…

I’m becoming less defined
As days go by
Fading away
Well you might say
I’m losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract
In terms of how I see myself

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
I think sometimes I can see right through myself

Less concerned
About fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cuz it doesn’t really matter
No it doesn’t really matter
No it doesn’t really matter any more
None of this really matters any more

Yes, I am alone
But then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it’s because
Because you were never really real
To begin with

I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself
Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself
Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself

And it worked
Yes it did

There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me

Only
Only
Only
Only

Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye
And it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling
Like I just knew it’s something bad
I just couldn’t leave it alone
Pickin’ at that scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through

Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be
And I can see things I never really shoulda seen
And now I know why
And now I know why
Things aren’t as pretty
On the inside

There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me

Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only

“Only” – Nine Inch Nails