A russian satellite just landed on my head.
Ok, she's not a satellite, shes a kitten, with overly huuuuge ears for her head, so I named her Sputnik. And she woke me up this morning by tanking onto the pull out couch bed im sleeping on and stuck her nose in my ear and made hemi noises. Shes a kitten. Right now she's getting into everything. She's not very bright, but she just brought be a platic elephant toy like "look mom, i killed this for you." I miss having pets. I'm at robs right now. With my dog, Gacy, and cat Sputnik, who seem to love me more then who ever else is here. The little communist is biting my big toe.
I've been writing in this journal I bought. It feels good, but im always thinking about it at work, when i don't have the time or privacy to write.
"And i used to cut myself, not because i really wanted to damage myself, but because everyone else was hurting me, and i was able to control this specific hurt. but what i didn't think about was when i was controling this hurt, that it was hurting other people to watch me in pain."
I'll email copys of sputnik pictures.
miss you guys. love you.
I've been writing in this journal I bought. It feels good, but im always thinking about it at work, when i don't have the time or privacy to write.
"And i used to cut myself, not because i really wanted to damage myself, but because everyone else was hurting me, and i was able to control this specific hurt. but what i didn't think about was when i was controling this hurt, that it was hurting other people to watch me in pain."
I'll email copys of sputnik pictures.
miss you guys. love you.