Let me tell you about my week. -Saw WWF Raw is War -cat died. She was 18. I found out 5 minutes before Raw started. -found out that psychopagen ex has MS (the disease, not the chat service) and will be in a wheelchair in less than 10 years. He is dying slowly and painfully. Careful what you wish, i suppose. They say i should call him. -got (first ever!) eviction notice. I'm not worried, just in no mood to fight this bullshit. -made therapy appointment and now i'm back here. and how've you all been?

Damn... Well I can't complain now.

I'm sooo sorry Whisper,is there anything I can do to help?

What are you being evicted for? Bummers. But it's good to hear from you.

bring my kitty back? not for me, for my poor mother. She won't stop crying. In all fairness, it was her cat, not mine. I've been moved out for years and so mom was around the cat more than anyone. I'm not so bad about it, i could see she was in pain, her joints were really going and sometimes when she would try to jump up on a chair with you...again and again and again because she could barely jump anymore, i would think "please go soon....i can't watch you like this anymore". She was in pain. It's better for her now. But she was so young looking, and so soft, and if you were crying she would come and lick your tears away. She was the bestest kitty ever. I'll miss her like hell.

about the crazy ex... i feel the same way about it as i feel about war in far off lands. you care but.....you don't. When asked what i think he'll do, my answer is to the point: "he'll kill himself." it's simple. I always knew he would do it one day, and now i'm just reading the paper and waiting. I give him 2 years. He is going blind and soon he won't be able to draw, which is what he does, and what i do as well, and if he can't do that he'll throw himself from his balcony. That's what i would do. They say i should call him. This is all so fucking strange. I ask why. I know it seems like the moral thing to do but really. why come on. What can i possibly say. "hi there, heard you're dying, yeah, Me? i'm shitty. Yup. Still never want to see you again. You're number is still blocked on my phone. Yeah, email too. Nope. Uh-huh. So, how long till you throw yourself from the 13th floor? Okay. Bye" jezuz. that would be great, knowing it took him dying for me to call him.