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Before my sister left today, we went into the basement and went through old boxes, to goof around. In one bin, a huge one, where all of my books from over the years went after I decided I didn't want them anymore, I found this:

Thank you, Judi Miller; your book sucked, even though I don't remember ever reading that shit, and it ruined my love life. I joke. I think. Nah, the love life was always cursed. Hah!

We also found in our old entertainment center, alot of movies and old recorded movies. We found this, which I wish we would have watched.

Along with the VHS of Mickey Mouse on crack way back in the old days ( ) we found our Little Lulu tape, Old Mother Hubbard, and other old ones. We used to watch those all the time. I remember I hated Little Lulu with a passion. When I was little, I wanted someone to 'hurt' her.. Like..spank her til her ass was beet red, and do certain other 'things' to her to hurt that damn bitch. I realize now she's just a child, too, but..well. For being four/five years old..Man. Then again, I also vividly remember the nights I first started masturbating (wasn't aware it was anything sexual, nor anything even at all) to the guys in New Kids on the Block, and had NO idea why what I was doing felt good, but I kept on anyway. I was a real fricken early bloomer I guess . Ah, the things I loved/did as a child.. I remember being glued to the tv, even when people just kissed, because I wanted to see more/what happened after..

Here, we have Jesse again!

I got him on cat nip again, but he looks calm here. I had SG up and he got distracted by the beauty so I was able to snap a picture. Then we sat for a few more minutes enjoying the naked ladies . He even sat still and watched as I put up my own pictures. No naked human woman for him there yet, though!


The bugger. We moved my photography pictures off the ground so he couldn't lay on them or mess them/ruin them in any way, so I put them up next to me, level over a basket-thing. Next thing I know, he's up, lying on the new bed. Can you see how the board is bending? Yea. Thanks, you goof. But that picture of him is really good. I like the lighting and composition. Actually, that picture is perfect. I know, I rock, you don't have to tell me.

And last. Who the fucks says I can't cook?! Most certainly not me!

I didn't need to use the stove, any heat source, nothing. That was my dinner tonight . There's banana, apple, kiwi, and grapes. The kiwi was supposed to be scooped out with a spoon; I was stupid and not successful doing that. I ended up cutting it into eighths like an apple, and sucked the kiwi off the peel, like how you eat an orange at a restaraunt. An hour and a half later, my tongue still burns from that kiwi. Don't know why, I always eat it. But damn. Tongue on fire! Sorry, no picture of my tongue. It's red and barely fits in my mouth. I'm sure thats a good enough mental image.

I chickened out the messeging thing I mentioned, but all is well for he signed in tonight. After a heart attack of relief, I IMed him, to no avail. Ah, well. Still alive, no? I'll be hanging around SG for another half hour until I go watch Medium with my mother. We're addicted and it's the only actual tv show I'm committed to watching currently. But after that, I shall be back to save the day!