I finally got Mickey to stop scratching my couch.
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At this point, I cannot find the words to express my grief.
posted by The artist formerly known as the Bulb. @ 1:56 PM
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
At this point, I cannot find the words to express my grief.
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22 Comments:
*tight hug* I'm sorry sweetie :(
pity fuck?
absolutely
*joins in the pity fuck*
When I think of Mickey...I think of him putting his paw in your coffee and licking it off his paw, i think of him biting your nose, waking you up at 5 am to touch his food so he can eat it, hiding behind the washer when it storms, laying against you at night, and following you from room to room. Most of all...i think of the love he had for you, and the love you had for him. I know Mickey was everything to you, Bulb. I can't express how sorry i am.
I loved Mickey and I will truely miss him. And I love you, Bulb...you are the bestest friend a girl could ask for.
I'm so sorry. I'm crying too.
Sometimes it seems like it would be easier to never love, to never allow ourselves to love and be loved, to be distant and comfortable.
I wont write the cliche that is jumping for my attention and to be named. I loathe 'em.
Damn it.
Damn it.
Damn it.
I miss my kitties too...Sheeba, Pablo, and Silerado...and Harley, the fattest cat on earth, oh and Ernie--Bernie boonie woonie.
Kitty heaven is full up.
Hug across the ocean, Rachel
oops, Silverado...
Sorry buddy!
Okay, I checked your site meter, someone from Amsterdam has been in here, it may or may not have been you. (Gees, am I a stalker or what? Don't answer that.)
Just let us know you are okay...you don't have to make conversation or anything, just a sign that you're still breathing, you aren't flipping out and pushing a shopping kart around town collecting cans and old shoes.
Are you eating okay?
We're worried. You know it's all about us so humor us. Great now I'm a schizo stalker...
(Wow, you can read his site meter? ) Clever.
I hope you are okay. It's good to talk to your friends, even internet ones that may not be the gender you've been led to believe they are.
Yeah, what Lori said! And Bulb you know...I WILL so stalk your dutch ass! I miss you, dammit!
I won't stalk you..I'm to damn lazy
Oh CaaaRap, my secrets out...I was a man in a past life, I just know it. Probably a real cocks man, that would explain why I was sent down here this time without my penis.
AND
I'll bet I was gay too because if I had a choice between being with a woman or death, I'd have to die.
word verification...bgaga, no sh*t.
Lori..maybe we need to take a missing person's report out on Bulb's naked ass. What do you think?
Sassy I have already threatened him with calling the police.
It would go something like this,
Us, "Pardone, do you speak English?"
Cop, "Little bit."
Us,"Okay, we'd like to report a missing person." (Show picture of Bulb's ass.)
Cop, (Points down the road to porn shop...)
I think it's that he can't bear to post over that last post. It would be like saying, okay, I'm over it, time for the next post. It's staying there as a tribute.
Very sorry about your cat.
I am so sorry that you have to go through this terrible loss!!! I would kill myself if Tibby ever leaves me... but she will eventually and I will not be able to put an end in my life because that would not bring her back. I am so so so saaaaaaad for Mickey!!!! Hang in there, buddy!!!
You have my deepest sympathy. I'm glad you're okay. I hope to hear from you again someday. Love always, Rox.
P. S. If you ever get the urge to bicker with immature, insecure, chat addicts; I spend my chat time in Military Room 1 on Yahoo.
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