katt_goddess

Why? Why did you throw away the recliner? It had sagged so perfectly to the point where I didn't have to jump up to get on the foot stool portion. It still had spots that weren't covered in my fur. Sometimes it would spit out fun little bits of metal for me to chase around the room and then leave somewhere where you would step on them. That was fun. So what if I had managed to dig my way into the back and pee in there. That I would take so much time out of my very busy schedule of sleeping, sleeping, eating, pooping, and guarding the apartment from horrible outside animals [by sleeping in the window] should have told you how much I valued that cushioned secret toilet. I thought you'd realize your mistake when I jumped on it as you dragged it out of the apartment but you kept going and now it's gone. The pillow that was on there is now on the floor and I can't even anymore. I think I'll poop on the carpet tonight after you fall asleep. That'll learn you. dictated not read rak-rak the bitchcakes kitty

They thought they were being good Samaritans and removing a wad of gum stuck to the back of your pants. THAT WASN'T GUM!

No. They know what they did and should remain ashamed of their existence. Those poor nuns....

I remember needing to get an assload of those things. It was like going back in time to Prohibition and bootlegging. I had to go through the dude at the local all natural store who had a friend in the Cities who had a friend in Canada that was able to get them over the border to the Cities so my friend could pick them up the next time he went down there to get stuff for the store. Watch your damn kids better. If you are using things like chocolate eggs and Tide Pods to babysit your kids, you deserve whatever happens.

Yeren, the Chinese Hair Man.

Until she drops a dress size?

Shenanigans declared. Fanny packs can not face front when operating a bicycle. Too much jostle. This is basic fanny pack science, man!

I went yesterday, got a ton of them, and some Sailor Moon charms I didn't have and one of those limited edition Free Comic Day tins with a Harley Quinn inside.

*raises hand To not do so would be a lie. Granted that was mostly in my college years where if you slept through noon on Sunday, the cafeteria was closed for the rest of the day and in the summer I might go for a few days without much to eat because poor.

I'm going to re-create that scene in 'R.O.D.' where she wakes up surrounded by books. While watching Toonami. It'll be like a literary orgy with an anime soundtrack.

They have hoods so...

Isn't Ohio the state that produces the most astronauts because Ohio makes people feel like they need to leave the planet?

I want them all! Kitty kitty. Mew. Unfortunately, Bitchcakes is the Gandalf of the apartment - none shall pass. I've been getting a kitten fix at this site...live kittens...their eyes have just recently opened and everything...

I actually spent it standing in line this morning at the comic book store for Free Comic Day, spending money on this 'free' day [it's been awhile and the place is owned by devils that hide things for me to pick up later ] , and then getting home and falling asleep for the rest of the afternoon.

It was a stand-alone and I think it was fairly fleshed out before everything died. There's also the possibility that it was already worked into the budget anyway so money was already spent on it, might as well aire it.

Ok, now I remember who is who. Nabloom hit it with 'HARD THRUSTING ROCKETS' . I remember giantrobo now.

By eating a salad to experience super diarrhea. I'm feeling too lazy to go to Taco Johns.

I thought Animecandy was that chick who killed her parakeets by giving them a cold bath in winter?

Center middle so I'm as directly across from the screen as possible and don't have to wretch my neck all over the place. I also like to get there early whenever possible to stake out my spot if it isn't assigned so I can watch all the latecomers floating in trying to find a section that their entire group of idiots can sit in and be all 'Nope' because I'm spoiling the center square like a true theatre troll.

I swear they go to special classes to learn to take the worst pictures possible. And then they use super advanced photoshop ninja skills to make extra sure it looks like utter crap. I swear I had one once where I looked like Fuu from 'Samurai Champloo' ... after the eating contest where she looks like a bloated Buddha trying to take a dump on the stone steps. If I had any self-esteem, it would have been crushed.

When I worked night shifts, the best time was from about 2:30a-3:45a. The streets were dead, the drunks had wandered off to wherever drunks wander off to when they 'don't have to go home but they can't stay here' , and just everything felt quiet on every level possible. Except in IB because that was the time someone usually would try posting porn. -.-; Now my favorite time of day is whenever I fall asleep.

I'm not allowed to give blood. Something about being a living biohazard. And I don't have a lot of fingerprints right now. They were sacrificed to the hot tea kettle gods by accident.

You and Narakunumbersomething need to measure your tits before and after all this partying. For SCIENCE!

Sadly, according to the news the other day, hit and runs are going up drastically. No one can say exactly why but my guess is drunk assholes on their cell phones think they own the road but don't have to pay for it in any way, shape or form. My condolences to both you and to his family. Unlike the person who hit him who will die painfully of cirrhosis of the liver, he passed trying to be something decent.

Let me know if that works out for ya. I've got plenty of tits to burn but drinking seems like it would just make bigger problems.