Crazy Calico Cats

I have a crazy calico cat perched on me like a pirate's parrot.

Hee hee. I love alliteration.

I have another one freaking out on the window sill. Well, alternately on the window sill and then the floor. She is flinging herself back and forth like they are both as hot as the flames of Hades. No sooner do her pink paws land that she is pushing off for another go round. Oops, she tried to incorporate the subwoofer into her dance of insanity. Lost her footing and conked her face on the wall.

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That tidbit of trippy typing was brought to you by the parrot perching puss.

I'm sorry.
I can't help myself.

KNOCK IT OFF YOU NOCTURNAL NIGHTMARES!!

See, it's an affliction.

The shouting worked! By some miracle they have left me alone to Youtube some Stone's songs in peace.

All is well that ends well.

Channeling the Bard

Isn't the first one always the sweetest?

The first ever roller coaster ride. So high, so fast and over so soon. It's thrilling and terrifying and you just can't wait for a chance to do it again.

Your first tattoo. The apprehension, the adrenaline. Making yourself vulnerable to a complete stranger.

The first kiss with your first crush... you know, assuming they even know you are alive. If you should be so lucky. I believe we make our own luck. Which is the reason I lured my first crush behind a magnolia tree with a game of chase. I then proceeded to have my way with him until the recess bell rang. I rocked his seven-year-old socks off!

All of life is a blog, just waiting to be remembered and written down.

I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I Pray you know me when we meet again.