Happiness is…

A mother farking pajama day!

Mission accomplished! Huzzah!

Who’s afraid of the bullies and buffalo’ers?

“Not I,” said the girl who stood up to them! Most of my life I have been buffalo’d or bullied into things because I thought I had no other way. Well, not anymore! I’m standing up & not giving in to threats. So just in case people out there are unsure of how to treat me, apparently I can name 3, here’s some advice:

1. Don’t threaten me if you want/need something - just ask.

2. Don’t claim to know what I deal with on a daily basis - you honestly have no idea.

3. Realize that I will not hesitate to ban your ass from my personal space by any means necessary.

4. If you have a shitty attitude every time we have to speak, know that this is why we don’t speak often and only on a “need to” basis.

5. My financial business is definitely none of yours.

I will not stand to have any terrorists in my life, so if all you have is that, step away.

That is all… kkthnxbai

Dear Bitter One,

Dear Bitter One,

I know you think that everything that goes wrong in *your* life is my fault but I have news for you… I’m like a gazillion miles away living my *own* life now and unlike you - I don’t feel the need to blog stalk you or be up your ass. In fact, I no longer follow your blog nor your “friend’s” blog, I don’t look at your profile or hers, and haven’t for months. If you don’t like what I have to say, don’t read it. Though I do appreciate your support as every blog hit counts, right? So thanks!

I think it’s great that she moved all the way from the mainland to come pamper you, sleep in your bed “fully clothed with the door wide-open”, cook for you and support you the way I never did. I wish you could see how great that is for you instead of focusing on what Hawks & I are doing here miles away from you, her & your lives.

Just shy of a month of me leaving, you flew her out there, moved her AND her friend in and continued to bitch about me moving to Kansas. Dude - you moved your SecondLife girlfriend & her friend IN WITH YOU! How am I the wrong one here? I have *my* own apartment, I don’t live with Hawks. Even if I did, it stopped being any of your concern months ago. Soooo move on already… I obviously have and for the first time ever - I am truly happy. I wish you the same happiness. You feel the need to constantly tell me how you are not attracted to her in that way, that you two are just friends, etc. I never asked, I don’t care. You two could boink like wild guinea pigs and I would still wish you the best. Have at it already and just leave me be.

That is all… thanks for the blog hits, live, love and be fucking happy already. kkthnx

Jell

Motivator: Create your own customized motivational poster!

Okay Flickr fanatics… You’ve heard about, fondled & played with Picnik, but have you tried the Motivator? Go chickity check it out… You know you wanna.

There’s other tools, gadgets & niftykins on the Big Huge Labs site just for Flickr besides the Motivator. Doing more fun stuffs with your photos is what it’s all about. Ha! And you thought the hokey pokey was what it’s all about huh?

Happy Ending…

…to a wonderful anny day!

Just like in Second Life® all those months ago…

to RL today…

Happy Anny my heart! Mwah! Again & again!

Stop! Hammertime!

Sorry for being afkish lately. Since I got my car last week, things have been hella busy. I can like run my own errands now & stuff without asking Hawks to be my taxi which is pretty damn kickass, though he is one sexy chauffeur. I’m hoping things will start to normalize soon, give me two weeks or so of vaca in WoW while everything gets settled around me and I promise I’ll be back soon! Mwah!

Dog Diary vs. Cat Diary

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 - Milk bones! 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 - Dinner! 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!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of my captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, 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. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. 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 must 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 …

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Reason #487 Why I love Hawks…

He almost always knows the right thing to say - 84.7% of the time anyway.

FYI - I know, you already know.

I thought I’d put this up today because for some reason it really tickled my funny bone. It’s an oldie, but a goodie. Hawks can be very perceptive about picking up on my feelings, so I know, he knows.

9 WORDS WOMEN USE

• Fine - This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

• Five Minutes - If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

• Nothing - This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with Nothing usually end in Fine.

• Go Ahead - This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!

• Loud Sigh - This is not actually a word, but it is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)

• That’s Okay - This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. “That’s okay” means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

• Thanks - A woman is thanking you, do not question it or faint. Just say you’re welcome.

• Whatever - Is a women’s way of saying FUCK YOU!

• Don’t worry about it, I got it - Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but she is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking “What’s wrong?” For the woman’s response refer to #3.

Work gotcha down?

Never fear… Just think of Aka’s bewbies. It’s one of the few really good things that create happy thoughts. :p