on a random note. this morning my dad and i took my precious little 8-year-old kitten to have surgery, removing some rather painful stones from her bladder, so she'll be at the vet hospital for a few days to recover. my cat has always been at home everytime i come home from school, for the past 8 years. but today, when she wasn't waiting for me patiently at the door, i just broke down into tears. i miss my baby.
ps. i just called my vet, she says she'll be perfectly fine, that i can pick her up friday. maybe even thursday. but i still miss her.
/random tearful post
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.
i almost errr.. "adopted" a kitten on a whim a week or so ago... it was a stray.. looked to be abandoned by her (or his) mother... didnt look more than 6 weeks old.. if i had a clue were vets offices and shots and actual cat food was available and if i knew how my grandma would react and stuff i wouldve but seeing as tho im not exactly staying here permanently and then it'd be my grandma's responsibility i realized scooping up the scared lil one and taking him/her home wouldnt be the most prudent thing to do.. even if i felt bad and am STILL thinking about it nearly a week or possibly two later..
thanks alf!
my mom was actually torn on whether or not i did the right thing... she said if she was in my shoes it would be a tough decision for her as well but in the end i did what i had to do i guess.
on a completely unrelated note... and i know ive posted this 1 billion times but i dont care