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[06 Aug 2011|02:09pm] |
Tell me anything you want.
A secret, a question, anything.
But be sure to do it anonymously.
Love.
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[06 Aug 2010|02:53am] |
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Really this journal is mostly private, and I don't care about updating much.
I got really tired of the internet one day and left. I'm sort of back now, but I have a livejournal for networking purposes mostly and so I can check up on people that I care about.
So comment if you want.
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[16 Oct 2005|09:56pm] |
Kipper <3
Vinegar Thom
Emma Peel
Vinegar is mine. The Emma is my mom's.
Liz, Knotbrandon, and I all saw Eugene's (gypsy punk singer) penis a lot. edklfdlkip.
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[10 Oct 2005|06:09pm] |
We just put Kip to sleep. I don't know what to say. I'm hurting badly. It's cold and rainy. He went quickly. He's wrapped up in a towel so we can take ot get cremated tomorrow morning. My whole life feels different now. I don't feel like I live in this house anymore. I don't know if I've ever been sadder than this.
♥
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[10 Oct 2005|10:52am] |
I'm putting Kip to sleep today, and I just wish I could know if I'm doing the right thing.
He hides around all day, doesn't eat (he's a skeleton), doesn't play or meow, and is too weak to push the door to his room open even. I know he's in pain, but it hurts to think about the fact that it'll be my decision that kills him.
He still lays on me at night and purrs in my ear. He nestles his little head in my neck and puts his paw on my heart. When that happens, I worry that there's some kind of one in a million chance that this is just a phase he's going through. That he'll start eating tomorrow and get back to his old self. He's just like a ghost that occasionally floats through the house. He's walking funny and losing his hair. God, am I doing the right thing?
And is it right for me to be planning my next cat? I'm terribly lonely already, and cats are the only people that really make me feel better. Around thanksgiving I'm getting a Devon Rex a cat I've wanted since I was a wee lassie. I know that I'm honestly not trying to replace Kip. I could never do that. I'm actually worried that the new baby won't be able to fill the big shoes Kip will leave behind.
I met the Devon-breeder at a cat show forever ago (one of her babies won best kitten in show), and told her that I was planning on getting a Devon for college since my mom said she was keeping Kipper. I didn't think I'd be getting one this soon. We've talked on the phone a lot, and we've really bonded. One thing I'm excited about is that she said she'd help me pick out a good kitten for showing and that she'd hep me break into the cat showing world. When I go to shows I think "This is so much fun meeting cats, and being proud of cats, and bragging with cat people, but I have no idea how to get into this. Everybody seems to know what they're doingjkdfklf." And I feel guilty for thinking these things. I feel mad at myself just like I feel mad at my grandmother for wanting to date again after my grandpa.
I love Kip so much. I feel like I'm going to die.
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