I'm mad at the website - their pics aren't as pretty as mine. haha.
and so. It's been pretty busy -
but there's time enough to make some strawberry vanilla
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and so Cleo has grown - she's now about 13 weeks or so and oddly enough she acts a bit like a cat. She growls to greet you then rubs up on your legs and bails. Very funny, but kind of annoying - since Max is always around and a crowd pleaser and uber frisbee dog. Oh yah - she's not canine, she's a Piglet. She steals everyones food, sleeps in her dish and naps under the dining table - coz god forbid anyone else get scraps. You know why she's treacherous - coz she has a really kyoote face and a wretched demeanor...
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and mo' chocolate
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The award for what the hell is for dinner that you ordered this goes to:
Strawberry Coconut...**freaky grimace face here**
and mango's back as always
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Recently remnants of the past have come calling, via email and celliscious from distant continents with coral reefs and reversed winter. Then another, and another and another. I don't know why people want to confess things to me. I don't know why they feel the need to overspeak on things in the past. The past is what it is - it has passed. Some hauntings are eternal I guess. I guess everyone has someone that got away. I have to admire anyone who still recollects that I made his heart shimmer, and his eyes glimmer and his brain swell up to tango with mine...All our similiarities and all our differences fit like legos, but he was in pursuit of that great big fortune, and I was wrapped up in boyfriends or work...6 years ago and continents away - and still, he never forgets. Frighteningly enough, he can make anything happen now, because he's achieved his goals. Still, he maintains humility and humbleness. But such passe greetings are always entwined with propriety and gentlemanly inquiry towards my boything and myself. I know he asks a mutual friend about me and still with that educated propriety. But I know a sliver of his unjaded heart hopes - that perhaps i'm free. But I'm not.
I'm not meant to be his.
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Plenty of things are never meant to be. I think it's the acceptance of this that allows a person to live in a evoluted state. Some things will not be due to spite or anger. Some things will never be because of love. Some things will never be because of circumstance. But nature rights Herself. Bubbles in the water always float towards the sky. No matter how much you fight it - you will always end up where you belong. And if you've got the will, you will end up where you want to belong...
...if your pen is dry and void of ink
Cut into yourself and feel those old pains
and write with bloody tainted emotion...
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