c. 1997 — February 22, 2010, ~10 p.m.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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So sorry.
oh my gosh t - I'm so sorry - I'm ashamed to say I didn't even know he was sick. I do remember your mentioning he was up in years (I think) when he came to live with you. I hope he didn't suffer. at least his last time was spent in comfort without worrying when he was going to eat next, etc. Feeling for you.
Milo was his own self. Living his life in true cat fashion with a mixture of dependency and rabid individualism. Furry and purry I'm sure he will be missed.
everyone knows milo is milo and you are you and we are we and i am i.
unlike what mr. "my brother, the socialist" republican RLDS co-worker (would not be good to others, he admitted, were it not the 'voice of god') says (that we are all the 7-yr-old looking for legitimacy), i believe / have experienced that we are trying to understand how we are all the same, despite our crazy-ass experiential differences and individual DNA-isms.
milo was family.
darn that he's gone.
he was fine and then he died.
lesson: don't get too fat; all americans (70%) have/die from heart disease.
(*and don't fall in love : )
(*and don't fall in love : )
Then how, exactly, do we keep that from happening?
love can be avoided by being purely evil and/ or not engaging in contact with carbon-based entities. find a cave?
I think I'll take my chances out in the open.
Some of the females of the species that I have engaged with were, in part, silicon based... but I still had problems. LGL... the cave is really not bad at all...
it hurts to see this pic. predictions on when won't?
katrina still stings. oh, god, why did i get married / have parents / a brother/sisters-in-law / loved friends? : (
oh milo.
i still miss this being.
still finding fur.
still hearing voice.
still expecting presence.
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