Yes ok...

Alright Amit, your pictures are down. I'm sorry I put them up in the first place. You don't know how sorry. And I'm sorry if anyone has deemed you a less 'cool' person for being associated with me or my site. But you're on your own there buddy. I can only offer my appologies, you're going to have to 're-cool' yourself.

Right... lets move on now... nothing to see here...

"because your site is lame.."

A direct quote from Amit, no less. I've taken or rather removed him from all my pics, as he requested. It seems that he didn't quite enjoy my 'Orlando Bloom' pictures as much as I did. And I think, my site is lame because I spend so much time talking about him. So there!

This is escalating to become rather childish.

Longing

Another one from Nameless Soul . Thank you.

Longing

She never wanted to be this sad
(how sad she feels when he's not around).
He's not maturing as fast as he should be,
but she's been fast her whole life.

She always wants to touch his face
(his face in the palm of her hand).
This sugar of the kiss between their lips,
lips that smile with stories to be told.

This new kiss, the one she's been awaiting
(so many times played over in her mind).
He wants more; she can feel his hunger,
and she's been starving for exactly the same.

He's made so many appearances in her dreams
(so many he's becoming a citizen of slumber).
Finally here, this looks like reality.
At least she likes to think so,
but how can she verify?

She can't.

- Nameless

Poor Miss Charlie

Little Miss Charlie had a nasty fall last nite. Somehow, she sorta managed to fling herself off my balcony way up on the 3rd floor. The worse part is, I didn't even know she had fallen. Only later when I noticed the house seemed unnaturally quiet did I start looking for her. My poor baby. When I went down looking for Charlie this good lady who heard her meowing, said she gave Charlie to someone on the 2nd floor. What I don't understand is, someone comes over and passes you a cat, and you just keep the cat knowing very well it's not yours, and the cat is wearing a tag with its name and owners contact number on it, and you don't call the owner?? What's wrong with these people??

I feel so guilty and just plain crappy for letting this happen, eventhough I know it's not my fault. I wish I had been there to pick her up, instead of having her go through so many strange people. She seems to be ok, except that her left front paw seems to limp a little when she runs. And she seems to be sleeping a lot too. I'm going to get her checked out.

Also, in a totally unrelated topic, I found a big fat caterpillar feasting on my flowers. Of course I screamed like a little girl and promtly sprayed its ass. Cruel I know, but none of us wanted to touch it. Plus it was shitting all over (I don't know if caterpillars actually shit, but something was comig out of its arse). Anyways, I took a picture, just before it died. You can actually see some of it's dying goo in the picture. Yes, I'm sick...

As you requested...

Amit has requested that I take down all his pics from my site. Ok, I have. Sort of. I've also added a few other pics. Go See....

and p/s, NO, I don't have a thing for Orlando Bloom. His was the only picture I had on my PC at the time. But I do admit, he's one elf I'd like to shag silly. HA HA

Last night I saw Requiem for a Dream. I actually had nightmares after. I just can't stop thinking about the poor lady in the movie. I don't ever want to be like that. Everyone who can get their hands on that movie should watch it. Besides it being fucking great, it's also fucking freaky.

I had so much to write about. But now I think I'm catching a flu, and I feel all grumpy. *grumble grumble*

Sigh... we'll do this again soon.. promise...