this is gonig to be pointless. and long.

im board and not tired. full of soda... i fell down the stairs what is now yesterday....my hip hasnt stopped hurting...so im whining here so i dont sound like a big baby haha cause no one reads these....sept maybe Guy.....
i cant really move and sitting at the pc would be unbareable so im glad ive got my laptop. god bless Kay xD
but yea my hip was feeling a little better then Taylor hit me in it and yea....lovely. its felt like mmurder every time i move it sense. yet no giant bruise yet. though usually i get those internally anyways and never show much of a mark....

so yea. im board and owie so here i ramble

i love my puppy....hes old now. a senior. ive gotta put him on old doggie food soon so his joints last longer..... it costs more. hes worth more. i loves him to bits and pieces. my life would be near worthless without him ^_^





once upon a time there was a glass of milk. it sat on a desk top for weeks on end. it spoiled. it turned. some say it even...WENT BAD....the milk knew better....it tasted a bit sour but it was still sweet....deep inside its molecules....
but who would ever drink something with such a stink?
then one day. something amazing happened. as things often do in stories such as these. the milk felt a shudder and the glass tip tip tipped and dripped down the side of the desk....next came an ear splitting sound to the milk who's conscience now lay askew across the table top and rug....an ungodly....slurp...slurp...slurp.....milk turned its hazy gaze and saw to its delight....Kitten. Kitten had seen milk for what it really was.....sweet. down in its deepest molecules at least.
and ever since then. Kittens and milk. even "spoiled" milk. have been the BEST of friends.