Weird, weird dreams about sex, marriage, Renee Zelwegger, horses, Palm Springs, a motor home, and sexual identity switching. There were even some aliens who came along and felt sorry for me because I was marrying someone I was going to have to divorce in a few days, so they fixed everything so that we were married, happy, totally hot for each other, and living in an alternate universe with a child. The only thing was that they'd made a mistake and put me in my lover/husband's body and put him in mine. We were confused about who had the cock and who had the vagina.
Too much closeness, well can I ever really have to much closeness, with my beloved Scott Monkey, has given me his throat cold thang, and going off the pill has brought my old pal and companion, Senorita Acne, back. Bleee. Not nice, no, not nice at all.
I promised Beau and Freddy that I would take them to buy the Playstation version of Dance Dance, and infinite number of the word Dance, Revolution, so I'm sneaking some time here to write to you.
I'm worried about Myanmar. I mean I know her time is seriously limited but she's gotten so thin and she's meowing. I can't tell if she's just complaining a bit or if she should be put to sleep. Put to sleep, I hate that expression. It's such a hellish torturous decision, from which no outcome seems to be the right one. Wait too long and you've prolonged their suffering so you could hang on to your dear friend for selfish reasons. Do it too early and you're a murderer who snuffed out a precious life because you couldn't handle watching your friend decline. It's a decision that is always horrible and awful to make. I'm opting for the lesser of two evils and waiting until our doctor can come tomorrow. She's still eating, but only because we're giving her appetite stimulants. Fuck fuck fuck.
I really just came to share this pretty enameled and rhinestone hibiscus flower with you, a silly thing I wanted to buy that costs way too much money, so I didn't. I love Jay Strongwater frames and objects, but they are insanely overpriced and it makes me angry. At least I have the picture and can share it with you. This little jewelled flower went for $275.00. I put the picture behind the Live Journal cut tag because I know how much you guys hate it when the screen gets too wide.