It's about a 12year old cat that takes the bus, hangs out and then get off back at his house. Cutest story ever...

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32240386/

I cant believe my eyes. I wish to god now I hadnt been such a pain in the ass at work. Cause then I could have bought this house. This is a crazy price for a studio apartment. $69K for a 550 sq ft apartment, in watsonville, just off main st. There's a mexican market just a block south of target on the opposite side, behind the valero gas station is a new street. Check it out. I would live like 6 blocks from you, that's supposed to be a plus.
http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/229-Pacifica-Bl-102_Watsonville_CA_95076_1108645941

OMGWTFBBQ

An article about Icanhascheezburger...

http://tech.msn.com/products/article.aspx?cp-documentid=10853815>1=40000

more cat pictures

Damn you Potato cheese soup! Damn you to hell!

I keep thinking about kiropracter bunneh and how happy he seemed kiropracting. Did he always know that kiroprating was his thing? Did he wake up one morning and think to himself I want to kiroprac? Did he try other jobs before finding the one? Did his parents encourage him?
But for real how do you know your doin' it right? When do you get to look back and say yeah that was good. I'm glad it worked out.


see more crazy cat pics

OMG he's cute...

They did it! I can has cheezburger is going on soda cans!! Jones sodas!
http://tech.msn.com/news/articlecnet.aspx?cp-documentid=6650706&icid=tg6650706>1=40000

Everyone has to try this. It's better for the environment anyway...

http://www.therightfoot.net/mystuff/whatever/swf/bubblewrap.swf

Ok Im officially obsessed. Superman kittehs and hitchiking dolphins are the cutest. Today's icanhascheezburger posting. I cant stop. It used to be if I had a fight with Rob or was just feeling down I would check it out. Now its at LEAST three times a day.
If loving grammatically incorrect cats is wrong, than I dont want to be right!!!!

At lunch today I asked the waitress if I could order off the kids menu. She said yes and I said "I can has cheezburger?". She didn't get it. sigh.

I just found out an old coworker from SCBT died of an overdose this week. I just found out today. Krit Hatton was Suzy's boyfriend and me and Suzy were tight. The summer of 1997 I first met Suzy and her boyfriend Krit. Suzy and I worked together in lab support. And when she found out I needed a place to stay in santa cruz for the summer, she rented me a room in her house. It was a really fun summer. That was when I met Krit, he was crazy and funny and really smart. He was always making pot brownie's. I remember one saturday I sat with Krit and watched the simpson's with him. It took him awhile to get ready. He took 4 vicoden, some valium, one giant beer, and topped it off by smoking a bowl. That was how he lived. And that's what killed him. I feel so bad for Suzy and his family. Suzy was with him for more than 10years when I knew them. I haven't spoken to Suzy for a while but I still feel bad. Krit is the first person my age that I know that has died.

There are certain people you just keep coming back to
She is right in front of you
You begin to wonder could you find a better one
Compared to her now she's in question

And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

Maybe you want her maybe you need her
Maybe you started to compare to someone not there

Looking for the right one you line up the world to find
Where no questions cross your mind
But she won't keep on waiting for you without a doubt
Much longer for you to sort it out

And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

Maybe you want her maybe you need her
Maybe you started to compare to someone not there
Maybe you want it maybe you need it,
Maybe it's all you're running from,
Perfection will not come

And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes
We'd never know what's wrong without the pain
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

Maybe you want her maybe you need her
Maybe you've started to compare to someone not there
Maybe you want it maybe you need it
Maybe it's all you're running from
Perfection will not come

Maybe you want her maybe you need her
Maybe you had her maybe you lost her to another
To another

"Only connect."
-E.M. Forster

A strangled smile fell from your face
It kills me that I hurt you this way
The worst part is that I didn't even know
Now there's a million reasons for you to go
But if you can find a reason to stay

I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know that I've let you down
And if you give me a chance
Believe that I can change
I'll keep us together whatever it takes

She said "If we're gonna make this work
You gotta let me inside even though it hurts
Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see"
She said "Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be
You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"

I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know that I've let you down
And if you give me a chance
And give me a break
I'll keep us together, I know you deserve much better

But remember the time I told you the way that I felt
That I'd be lost without you and never find myself
Let's hold onto each other above everything else
Start over, start over

I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know I've let you down
And if you give me a chance
and believe that I can change
I'll keep us together whatever it takes


---I listened to this song(Whatever it takes) like a million times last night and cried like a baby. Stupid Lifehouse...


"I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better."
-Plutarch

I once took a poetry class at UCSC. 8am-12am Mon, Tues, Thurs, Fri. I actually stayed awake and still remember this poem, which I just swiped from the internet.



One Art
By Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

>> Excerpts from the Dog's Diary
>>>>

>>>> 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
>>>> 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
>>>> 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
>>>> 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
>>>> 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
>>>> 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
>>>> 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
>>>> 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
>>>> 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
>>>> 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
>> 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Excerpts from the Cat 's Diary
>>>>
>>>> Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
>>>> They dine lavishly on freshmeat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me
going is my dream of escape.
>>>> In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
>>>>
>>>> Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. Ihad hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.

>>>> However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
>>>> There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices
>> tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

>>>> Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

>>>> I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems
to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated
cell, so he is safe.... for now.......

There are some crazy things on the web, check this...

Ok so the only real news I get is when Im on the precore at the gym. Normally I just check E! channel to see if Brittany Spears wore underwear today.  But anyway, who do I see up on some podium but my Oprah. Yes, my Oprah. She was pointing and waving and chanting: "You get a black president! You get a black president! And YOU get a black president!"  At least that's what I imagine in my head. I love when she does that. But ANYWAY,  I cant believe that she's endorsing Obama. I mean I can believe it, I just dont want to. She's never backed a president before, yeah she's pimped Bill's  book or supported him when he was on the southbeach diet. But never for president. I dont know, I was all set to throw my vote away on Hillary, but now what. This is just like when she tried to get me to watch Dr. Phil. Sure I went along with it but after awhile I couldnt stand anymore midget man-whores with a binge diet problem. Who smoked.  
Sigh, maybe I could get Dad to vote for him. I do love my Oprah. She takes up five hours a week on my tivo. I always do what she tells me. If her favorite book is eat, pray, love then its mine too. Being a member of her cult has its advantages. I eat whole grains, have a doctor consultation once a week, and am very well read (sort of). Oh and I sneak vegetables into my fries and chicken strips. I have all the lastest and greatest gadgets. Im very organized and have my very own hot gay decorator. 
Take that Ellen!  
You get a black president! 
You get a black president!
You get a black president!