i saw that cartoon, again (cartoons and sketch comedy are my freaking life right now, it's sad, but...there's not much else i do but sit quietly and do homework and hide undercovers, so...it fits with that. i'm a dork and a sad one, too), the one i told justin of one time. it had this boy skunk who's heartbroken (eh, suicidal even) because none of the girl creatures in the forest want to be with him. it's a sort of predecessor to pepe...but so mm. his cupid guides him into swooning rabbits by dressing and singing like sinatra, and it works (!) until they come close enough to smell him. :( his last resort before giving up (and uh, dying) is to paint himself as a fox--he saw a foxy girl and hoped it would work. it did, until they frolicked joyfully to a log over a waterway. he trips and falls into the water, taking her with him. but. he realizes his paint is gone and he panics, until he sees her paint is gone too. she's a pretty girl skunk. (smile) they kiss and everything is fine.

(i'm silly. just finished homework. pondering how i got to this point, here, where i'd almost be scared to be alone. before i couldn't be scared because it was how i lived, every day, and i didn't know any other way to be--everyone else was a bizarre relationship full of licking wounds and distant kinship and poems instead of warm palms--and it was fine, it went smashingly at times even. and now. i don't know what to do or say to myself, knowing things are different i'm built funnily funnely now.)