Marimo-kun

Meet Marimo, our pet ball of moss. We bought it for 11 dollars, and it doesn't need food. Just space to grow. Like a relationship.

On a totally unrelated note, I was talking to Joyce, and she told me, "I learn most about him when we quarrell." (Yes, she spelt it with a double l.) And I realized that in most of my relationships, not just the romantic ones, I almost never listen to the other party, being too caught up trying to get my point across and all. How can I expect them to change for me when I'm not even listening to them?

It's not possible to tip the scale and have it balanced at the same time.