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I don't know what to talk about. 


So why waste perfectly good internet space with pointless rambling, you ask?


Well I don't have a good answer for that one. Sometimes you just need to ramble. 


Is it sick that this makes me laugh a lot?


3 Year old crying over Justin Bieber


Y'all may have noticed that the pics from the top of the blog are gone. They're actually not gone--I just moved them to the bottom because I can no longer stand to look at that photo of myself at 96 pounds. 


I've been on the Spiru-tein fast for 2 days now. I'm actually running out of Spiru-tein, but I discovered not that long ago that the Fairway Market carries every single flavour (it's impossible to find that stuff anywhere else). I want to try the chocolate fudge crunch one, and the cappuccino. 


There's some more new photos up! And hopefully, I'll be getting that last set back tomorrow (the ones the photo place screwed up). I don't even remember what was on that roll...


I feel like a failure because I have no fun MSPaint drawings. I'm even out of back up emergency silly stuff. (That's the name of the folder on my desktop where I save random fun things I find on the internet; it's currently empty).


My room is clean!! Just spent the last 2 hours tidying. I get into these psycho cleaning moods sometimes--I'll start by putting away something small, like a book back on the shelf. And then it suddenly escalates and I tear around the room like a maniac because I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW!!!


And now I can see my desk. It's really exciting. 


Kitty is downstairs HOWLING. I don't know when she developed this habit. Most likely we've just spoiled her too much over the years. 13 years of spoiling built up, and now Callisto will follow you around the house with the non stop meow meow MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW until you eventually lose it and go psycho to scare her out of the room for a few minutes of peace and quiet.


She'll be back in 5-10 minutes, and start over. Especially if you go anywhere near the refrigerator. She can hear the fridge door open from upstairs, on the other side of the house, behind a closed door. 


But she's such a sweet little muffin. <3

She's a midget--only 6 pounds. She also has an eating disorder I think, because she will flat out refuse to eat for days if we don't feed her something she likes. And then other times she'll inhale her whole bowl of food in under a minute and go puke it up right after she's done.

And I spoil that cat rotten. 


We would spoil the other one as well, but she's not interested.

Daisy likes sleeping. She likes eating, too (as you can see^--Daisy weighs 13 pounds), but she's not that into human food. Once in a while, when we're giving Callisto bits of our dinner, Daisy will come and get some; but mostly she just likes her dry food. She pouts a lot because the vet put her on a diet of less dry food. So she just sleeps more.


Ok if I've reached the point of cat stories, I think maybe it's time to call it a night.


<3