Tag: Cats

  • Lillith

    We miss you, sweet Lillith in memory…

  • "Wait, What?"

    “she’s writing on a saturday?” Yes. I’m up. It’s early. I’ve been up for a couple of hours. After email, going through the forum, going through Mighty Big TV and drinking water and sighing, I realized that I could probably just sit here and write an entry. Maybe after I’ll take a nice nap. It’s…

  • ih. ow. ih.

    how to live my rock and roll lifestyle. 7:00am– Eric gets up for work. You don’t hear the alarm. You continue to sleep until the snooze kicks in while he’s in the shower. You feel like ass. As you grumble about him leaving the alarm on, you fall back asleep. 7:30am– Eric kisses you goodbye…

  • mih.

    mih.

    did you miss mah fuzzyhead? Bonjour. It iz I, Taylor! You remember me, no? Taylor. Taylor! I am Taylor! You cannot rezizt me, baybee.

  • an open letter to sally jesse raphael.

    single mother searching for aspirin, cigarettes Dear Sally Jessie Raphael, Somehow over the past few months I’ve become a mother. Not like a “Pamie’s pregnant! Call the press!” kind of mother, but I am very much in charge of these two cats that live in my apartment. I have two cats, Sally. One is five…

  • More Letters

    letting you read my mail again. Dear Beer, I’m tired of your trickery. I can have three or four beers on a weekend evening and be completely fine the next day, but if I try and have a couple of beers on a Tuesday night you make me feel absolutely horrible the next day. It…

  • Hello! Cal Tour!

    Hello! Cal Tour!

    Hello! Mrr! Mirr! RIRIRIR! I am here to give tour of house! Give you Cal tour! Things I see! Things I do! Rrrri IIIH! Let’s go!

  • Ih.

    taylor talks babies. Bonjour! You have missed me, no? Of course you have. I am Taylor! Oh, it haz been a very, very interesting couple of weeks around here, let me tell you, my friends. People walk in, then they walk back out, there iz much beer. Many, many cigarettes,which I thought I had seen…

  • grass!

    check out my excitement! I have always thought you plant and garden people were a little strange. I never understood the fascination with growing things in your own house. My mother would often bring in potted plants and position them in areas of the house. I believe we called them her “victims.” Each time one…

  • Being Catty

    and I turn into Sally Struthers I have an experiment for you.  Would you click this button? It will give two cents to Squishy’s monthly bill. I recently noticed that I am almost at my limit on this page. Yesterday there were over 100,000 page views on this site, and it is pushing my monthly bill…