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I fell into a weird, updating kind of mood. LJ is still dead to me though.... so this isn't going to happen often.
I just had a great birthday party (minus the two people who crapped on it). I loved my theme "Super Sweet 23". I loved my tiara. I loved the company. I loved the food. I loved the music. I loved the dancing. I loved the lap dances. Haha. *AND* I was sober throughout the entire thing. See? I don't have a problem, after all. I was a little disappointed when Nancy was late (I'm still sorry btw that you were a taxi that night). I was pissed that *** was so late, too. I don't even want to know WHY he was late - I'm sure it will make me angry.
The little furry love of my life may be dying and we can't seem to do anything to stop it. I want to cry and scream but I think I've grown beyond that. All I can do now is wait. If he goes, a part of me goes with him. But I can't be angry at God for that. I have to thank God for not taking my other two babies in his stead. I have to thank God for letting me keep him this long. He might've died years ago when he got hit by a car. I am grateful for the time I have spent with Stewey. I don't want to see him go. If he does, I will be sad as I was when Hercules left me. I will miss him. And everyone else will miss him, too. I feel bad for Derrick though, should anything bad happen to his doggy. He won't understand why his dog just disappeared. I pray to the vast emptiness that Stewey get well soon. I won't pray to God, he's busy; I leave it to science.
We need his light in this house.
We need His, too.
I pray to God for Mike and his family, though.
And so I conclude my random update.
Love to All,
Amanda~
I just had a great birthday party (minus the two people who crapped on it). I loved my theme "Super Sweet 23". I loved my tiara. I loved the company. I loved the food. I loved the music. I loved the dancing. I loved the lap dances. Haha. *AND* I was sober throughout the entire thing. See? I don't have a problem, after all. I was a little disappointed when Nancy was late (I'm still sorry btw that you were a taxi that night). I was pissed that *** was so late, too. I don't even want to know WHY he was late - I'm sure it will make me angry.
The little furry love of my life may be dying and we can't seem to do anything to stop it. I want to cry and scream but I think I've grown beyond that. All I can do now is wait. If he goes, a part of me goes with him. But I can't be angry at God for that. I have to thank God for not taking my other two babies in his stead. I have to thank God for letting me keep him this long. He might've died years ago when he got hit by a car. I am grateful for the time I have spent with Stewey. I don't want to see him go. If he does, I will be sad as I was when Hercules left me. I will miss him. And everyone else will miss him, too. I feel bad for Derrick though, should anything bad happen to his doggy. He won't understand why his dog just disappeared. I pray to the vast emptiness that Stewey get well soon. I won't pray to God, he's busy; I leave it to science.
We need his light in this house.
We need His, too.
I pray to God for Mike and his family, though.
And so I conclude my random update.
Love to All,
Amanda~