No she does Not have Cancer, but if.
If you have Cancer, I will shave my head for you.
Water marble...
The final question..
When I enter this page and read all these letters, I can't help but wonder:
Why does racism/homophobia/haters in general exist?
Take a look at each letter. Everyone here has the same feelings and think the same way.
We share the same emotions, the same problems and we share the same love.
No matter is what kind of love it is, or the color of our skin, we are the same.
So next time someone express hate towards people who doesn't look like s/he does or doesn't share the same veiw of what gender to one to love, I will send them here and ask them to point out who's black, who's white, who's from India, who's from South Africa, who's gay, who's rich, who's christian and who's muslim.
The final question I will ask them is:
What is it in these letters that makes it possible to see that? 'Cause I can't see any difference.
Water marble..
Water marble nail art - Search on Youtube, there's a whole bunch of 'how to' videos there!
1,5 x 2 meters.
What kind of motive would you choose?
I just can't make up my mind.
It's too bad no one ever reads my blog, if some did, it would actually be worth asking...
Dr. Snuggles.
I wonder in which state of mind they were in, when they made this kind of thing up.
Cosmic Cat <3
Day 983 of my captivity.
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Cat Diary;
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.... Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.
I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.
I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies".
I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return.
He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly.
I am certain that he reports my every move.
My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...
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So I find myself in need of a pause.
I'm not sure why, but I think that it's because,
of this desire to be what others want me to be.
Which is nothing close to me..
But I'll see better when the smoke clears, when the smoke clears inside my head.
And I can listen when the screaming doesn't repeat everything I've said.
All that remains me and who I am at the end of the day,
and this happens every day..
Every day is a battle, between what I want to know and what I don't want to figure out.
