Tough Titty Said The Kitty.

[lonelyelendi]

hmmm....this is interesting...

i'm confuddled...







i have gas.

Don't we all...oh and thanks for the comments on my vids!

[MrsCop]

*sigh* I feel your pain, honestly. Over the past 3-5 yrs, I've been working on driving any/all people who ever thought about being my 'friend' as far away as possible. Yep, I'm not so happy about it, not at the mo anyway, but it will save them all much, much grief in the end.

[nobackspacebutton]

So what now?

Tonight I cried over spilt milk. Not that that's anything remarkable; I cry about everything. This was different. I loved milk, it had been with me for a long time. Milk has it's good qualities and it's very bad qualities and quite frankly the Milk had gone sour.

Milk's taught me a lot of things over my years. It's helped me grow in many ways. I loved Milk, I would have done anything for Milk...and Milk knew that. I don't drink Milk much anymore. I decided I was better off without Spoiled Milk and it's chunky residue. Milk was bringing me down, and I in turn continued putting it back in the fridge only to preserve it's raunch. And I just kept pullin' it out and smellin' it seein' if the weather had changed.

I believe I am better off without Milk, there are plenty of other drinks out there......but it still doesn't feel right.

Tonight for the first time in a long time I realized how much I really miss Milk. I think Milk is happy with it's other dairy and non-dairy constituents. I should be happy for Milk, but I can't help but feel like Milk is going out of it's way to rub my face in it. Milk is a face rubber, I know because I'm a face rubber too. I learned it from Milk.

I suppose it was meant to be all along, afterall the Milk will always go bad.
If only we knew the expiration date.......

Replace milk with a name...I got it now..

o.o sorry =/