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I'm not in Kansas anymore

I'm cat, and I'm certain of that. not of much else though. i live in a castle and i think i'm a spy.

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    (DISCLAIMER: first post. this might suck. i hate firsts. and i don’t know what im ever going to write about.)

    i went to the beach today, with my favourite person in the whole world. and i saw a wind farm up close for the first time ever- it blew my tiny mind away. pun (un)intended. that stuff is wild. i danced on the beach, practised my ballet and created some new vaudiville.

    i woke up a bit rough. worst party of my life last night; beer in my face, drunk friends, and drunker foes. so i woke up, and made a lunch that probably contains more calories than i eat in a fucking week. and now i feel like a big horror. tommorrow, i will be good. gym at lunch and a brisk walk home. raw dinner. no green.

    im watching arrested development and having a coffee. drank 2 x screwdrivers. no nazi punk relations. …and spilling coffee on my new vest. its got kittens on it. and im gonna get a real cat soon. i need it. i want a house pet, and not just my human one.

    purrs.

    Posted on July 5, 2009

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