I'm probably going to jail for stealing this picture from flcker

Oh goodness! It's been a few months. So for all one of you that actually checks up on this blog I feel obligated to keep you updated.

As you may or may not know, my life is extremely boring. Well it's exciting to me. I get excited when I see a squirrel in my yard or go out to get sushi. To anyone else living a day in my shoes would be enough to put them into a coma!

NEW EPISODE OF GLEE TONIGHT! OH YEAH.

Moving on.
Poncho (big green bird) is doing better...I think, we'll know for sure friday. If he hasn't gotten better then it's biopsy time D: Say prayers, keep your fingers crossed, do a rain dance, whatever you must do so he stays healthy.

Jake applied for a job that he probably won't get. BUT OH IF HE DID IT WOULD BE WONDERFULY WONDERFUL. Because he'd be rich. Which means we could afford to get hitched. >.>

That's about it.

BOOBIESSS

OMG SHUT THE HELL UP

Dear Caitlin of 2009,
Jesus you were annoying.

Granted, you are only slightly less annoying now, but it is an improvement.

NEWS.
Since I have last been spotted moping around here much has happened.

The most significant thing being finding my lovey wuvy butt. Jake. :3
Actually...that's about it news wise.

OK BYE.

Life as of 12:12 pm

Sitting in the school cafe.
Listening to my Ipod that is now two thousand songs fuller.
Drinking chunky juice.
Watching the pouring rain.
Consecutive rainy Thursdays: 5.
Completely and utterly content.

Conversations with myself.

Oh Cat.
Kitty Kitty Cat, look at you.
You have successfully done it again.
Making an ass out of yourself is really what you do best, isn't it?

Well at least you can stop hoping now.
I just wish you would stop crying, I hate to see you cry.:[

Saturday Night Discontent

He sits behind me and reaches around.
Kissing my ears my face my shoulders my neck
As I stare straight ahead at the white bleak wall
Focused on a fly that is focused on us.

I think I'll build a nice little cottage on mars.

The question.

I am surrounded by the wisdom of my elders.
In the creases in their face, the twist in their bones, the scars on their skin, the stories in their hearts. These people have lived life.
So many questions they could answer, but I only have one inquiry.
"What is the most important thing in life?"

I have received very different answers. Money, education, family, friends, love.

But there was one answer that left me speechless, cold, and very dismal.

Nothing. Nothing is important in life.
When I pressed him further he had told me "I have lost the woman I love, now I'm just waiting to die so I can see her once again."