Cloudya

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Feb10

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dresspants:

If you’re feeling blue, or uninspired, or jaded, or hopeless…

this is the song you need to play.

I wish I could multiple-heart this. It totally made my day! :D

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Feb9

My desktop.  Really?  Is ANYONE surprised? Look how he peeks around all the files to take a gander at my bosoms!

My desktop.  Really?  Is ANYONE surprised?

Look how he peeks around all the files to take a gander at my bosoms!

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Gwen was affectionate, but not a cuddler.  She liked to kiss you full on the lips when you least expected it, and she liked to have her belly scratched, but she got antsy if you tried to hug her for too long.  At night, she would curl up at the foot of the bed, but the minute I rolled over or stretched she would get up with a disgruntled little growl and go back to her own bed. She hated feet.  She hated children.  She hated fireworks.  She loved Pupperoni and cheese.  She would wake up at 6am for her morning walk, but if you said, “Snooze, Gwen”, she would give you an extra ten minutes of sleep.  She liked to stand on the balcony of our 14th floor apartment and look down at all the people splashing in the pool below, but she was terrified of water.  When it was time for her bath, she would make like jello - just let herself go limp.  It was funny to see, not so funny to deal with. There were other things about Gwen that I wish I’d paid more attention to.  She liked to run, but she got winded easily.  If you picked her up, she would squirm unhappily - clearly uncomfortable.  If you touched her a certain way, she would yelp in fear.  I thought she was just being eccentric, being Gwen.  I didn’t know she had a tumor growing inside of her, crowding all her organs out of the way, biding its time over the years.  Until one day, it encroached upon her intestinal tract and just like that, there was nothing to be done.  Gwen went from vibrant and happy to having moments left to live in a span of 24 hours.  I never even knew there was anything wrong until it was too late. I was there with Gwen at the end.  I hope she knows that.  I thanked her for all the love she brought into my life and held her little paw in my hand.  She was pretty out of it from all the painkillers, but I hope part of her could feel how much I loved her, how much she meant to me, and just how much I was going to miss her.  She left me then, and I’ve healed for the most part.  But I still feel her absence like a phantom limb, and some days, it hurts. She was a mutt.  She was oddly shaped.  She had a snaggle tooth, skinny legs, and eyes that were too big for her head.  She was the most beautful thing in the world, and I’ve never loved anything more.

Gwen was affectionate, but not a cuddler.  She liked to kiss you full on the lips when you least expected it, and she liked to have her belly scratched, but she got antsy if you tried to hug her for too long.  At night, she would curl up at the foot of the bed, but the minute I rolled over or stretched she would get up with a disgruntled little growl and go back to her own bed.

She hated feet.  She hated children.  She hated fireworks.  She loved Pupperoni and cheese.  She would wake up at 6am for her morning walk, but if you said, “Snooze, Gwen”, she would give you an extra ten minutes of sleep.  She liked to stand on the balcony of our 14th floor apartment and look down at all the people splashing in the pool below, but she was terrified of water.  When it was time for her bath, she would make like jello - just let herself go limp.  It was funny to see, not so funny to deal with.

There were other things about Gwen that I wish I’d paid more attention to.  She liked to run, but she got winded easily.  If you picked her up, she would squirm unhappily - clearly uncomfortable.  If you touched her a certain way, she would yelp in fear.  I thought she was just being eccentric, being Gwen.  I didn’t know she had a tumor growing inside of her, crowding all her organs out of the way, biding its time over the years.  Until one day, it encroached upon her intestinal tract and just like that, there was nothing to be done.  Gwen went from vibrant and happy to having moments left to live in a span of 24 hours.  I never even knew there was anything wrong until it was too late.

I was there with Gwen at the end.  I hope she knows that.  I thanked her for all the love she brought into my life and held her little paw in my hand.  She was pretty out of it from all the painkillers, but I hope part of her could feel how much I loved her, how much she meant to me, and just how much I was going to miss her.  She left me then, and I’ve healed for the most part.  But I still feel her absence like a phantom limb, and some days, it hurts.

She was a mutt.  She was oddly shaped.  She had a snaggle tooth, skinny legs, and eyes that were too big for her head.  She was the most beautful thing in the world, and I’ve never loved anything more.

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Feb8

My friend just suggested I dress up as Ugly Betty for Dragoncon in a few months

Part of me wants to laugh it off.

Part of me wants to believe she is really trying to be helpful.

Part of me is deeply hurt and offended.  Not because she is hinting that I look like someone with “ugly” in their name, but because she feels the need to suggest I wear something frumpy so she’ll look better by comparison. The outfit she plans to wear is stunning and revealing and I encouraged her to wear it because she will look beautiful.  She came back at me with “Ugly Betty”.

All of me wonders why I even care.

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Guess who just discovered the "bulge" effect on her Photo Booth will make her bewbs look five times larger than they really are?

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sassynic:

Alrighty, let’s try this thing….

Photo replies: Theme: LL Cool J

Go!!!

I’m so sorry.  I posted the first pic I could find just to test it out!  I have no idea what Colin Firth has to do with LL Cool J.  It’s my default answer for everything.

Q: “The state of the people of Papua New Guinea.”

A: “Colin Firth.”

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thejohnblog asked: I loved the inanimate object question: now YOU!

Three objects I would choose to non-verbally explain me to a complete stranger would be:

withered pink flower

A slightly withered pink flower

trampoline2

A trampoline

HeartXRay

A picture of my heart

I tried to insert pictures. (Yay!) I don’t know if it worked. (Boo!)

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Dear god, Please let me remember to wash this off before I meet with my boss later today. It says “boob me” not “moob me”. Thanks and peace out!

Dear god,

Please let me remember to wash this off before I meet with my boss later today. It says “boob me” not “moob me”. Thanks and peace out!

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