"In the beginning, God created man, but seeing him so feeble, He gave him the cat." - Warren Eckstein
My beautiful Josephine passed away Friday night. She had been battling illness and some symptoms of old age, but in the end it was too much so I told her it was okay if she had to go and so she did. I will miss her terribly, she was with me for over 15 years and went through alot with me and kept me going. It's amazing how a bundle of fur can keep you going when you think you can't go one more step and then they headbutt you and let you know that you aren't as alone as you think you are and maybe you should be thinking of them and other things and not yourself so much. Josie was really good at that, especially after my divorce. She and my other cats were the main reason I got out of bed at all in those early days. I'm sure anyone who has cats, or dogs or any other pet can totally understand where I'm coming from.
If i get a chance to use a scanner i will post some pics for y'all. Josephine was a gorgeous cat, she always got comments when i took her anywhere. It seems really strange and wrong to come home and not have her waiting at the door.
Also, thanks to Kat, Inkgiest, Rose and Wolfie for the birthday wishes. I really appreciate them, they were a bright spot during a tough week. See y'all soon.
Not with a bang or a whimper but the Undead. I’m yelling for Mari to come help me but she doesn’t answer me. It’s gone silent as a tomb and I feel the hair on the back of my neck raise. I turn around, heart pounding and the breath hitches in my chest at the sight, the feeling of horror such that I could never have imagined, even in my most hellish nightmares.
Mari.
Mari, standing there, the piece of wood that was blocking the door in the back clasped in one small pale hand, the gun in the other.
I struggle to speak and all I can get out is “Why?”
She smiles at me and my skin prickles cold as ice. Her face is smooth, calm, like the Madonna in the alcove, all traces of the terrified hysterical girl gone. The candlelight wars with the madness flickering in her eyes.
“Because it’s meant to be. Don’t you see? We’re supposed to die; it’s our punishment for being so wicked, like grandmama said.”
I reach out my hand, begging her, “Please Mari, there’s still time, give me the gun!”
She raises the gun towards me and I freeze as she steps back. “Too late. Can’t you hear them? God has sent his army to cleanse the Earth, its all part of his glorious plan…”
Stained glass shatters to the side and distracts her. I grab for the gun but I’m not fast enough and she slips out of my hands like smoke, turning and running to the back where a group of the undead have started coming through. I shout her name through the noise but she doesn’t hear me or doesn’t care.
The zombies lurch down the aisle, a man, or what used to be a man leading them, arms stretched outward, looking like any father reaching for his child until you saw the rotting flesh hanging off of his face, teeth shining through and the stench of the grave curling about him like a lover.
Bile rises in my throat, gagging me as I see a maggot slip from the empty eye socket and hang on the edge wriggling in an obscene version of a wave.
They all stumble to a halt as Mari comes to stand before them.
She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles, as if to say see! I was right. As she turns back to the leader, I cry out a warning too late.
He rips into her throat and I scream as he feasts on her flesh. He mouths the jagged wound, making soft sucking noises as he drinks her blood. He tosses Mari’s body to the ravenous horde like she was a rag doll and starts to move towards me. I back up until I’m stopped by the cool stone against my back.
I look around the room for a weapon, for anything to use as defense and realize I’m trapped. Everything is blurry and merges together like a watercolor as tears fill my eyes. I seek out where my sister is as I feel the fetid breath on my cheek.
“Wait for me, Mari. I’m coming.”
I close my eyes. Our Father, who art in heaven hallowed be thy
so i lost all track of time and forgot to post this so there ya go. And its slightly different from what others are doing but it's what i felt like doing so i did it. Also, there is more of the story, I wanted to post a little snippet.
It's that herdlike mentality. How come I don't get to be a whore like everyone else?!?!
Sugared from everyone on the planet...
So, dark_cygnet, your LiveJournal reveals...
You are... 0% unique and 11% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy music). When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please.
Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.
Your overall weirdness is: 36
(The average level of weirdness is: 27. You are weirder than 77% of other LJers.)
NCIS Finale So tonight is the last episode for the season and I've been wracking my little brain to try and figure out what's going on with everyone. I'm putting the rest of my musings behind a cut in case one of them turn out to be right (i doubt it verra much)and that way I don't get ripped for OMGNOES you spoiled me, you bitch.
Now granted, I've missed some eps here and there so be sure to factor that in when you make fun of me.
Hmmmm... Do you think it's a little sad if I someone listens to AccuRadio because it has a picture of Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin on their Oldies Hey, Hey We're The Sixties! page?
Yeah, you're right. Not sad. AT. ALL. And i think I disagree with the Oldies tag, but that's just me. *g*
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry So begins my lame and pathetic attempt to get people to do a drive-by comment. Do eet! You know you want to. And what a fantastic way to make me AND YOU feel so much better about yourself and the world in general, that whole circle of life thing, innit. Well, until i start being all emo swan and wondering why people don't comment on my lj unless I'm begging and pleading with big tears and much whining. *iz sadz* No, I'm really not. Yeah, I am. No, just joking. Yeah...has visions of Eddie Izzard and that whole Englebert talk *g*
Dudes, I am so tired. Anyone else feeling that way? *covers ears at the massive hell yeah tossed back at me*. I've tried every night for the past week to stay up late to chat with my blue_raven but have failed miserably. Sorry, Ange. But I'm dreaming of Nykl! I know linzbnl is doing the crazy exam stuff. Good luck to all you folks out there getting an ed-u-me-cation. Mad props to ya. I guess I will go over to the corner of the room and be blah now. *blergh* *blargh* *BLAH* Have a good evening y'all!
Does anyone else hate it when... Fanfic writers put the rating in the main title so that it's harder to read fic at work because that NC-17 is all up there in your grill, glowing like a star as it stares back at you in the blue bar on yer windows machine? Is not the rating listed below in the header info enough for us to see? Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm cranky now.
Beautiful as Aphrodite, wise as Athena... Alas, I'm straight as they come but thought this looked like fun. I took the test twice, I also came up as Velma from Scooby Doo, and I adore Diana so I win!
Daemon and Thanks! Why am I not surprised by the daemon chosen for me. I am also amused by how I am humble and assertive at the same time. Clearly i have mad skillz.
ALSO! Many many thanks to the kind and generous person with the sekrit identity that gifted me with two months of LJ paid time. I appreciate this so much. Thank you!
Dude, That Squirrel Can Bust A Rhyme! Man. MC Nuts. That takes me back to the day when rap was all fresh and new, names were being bandied about like Grandmaster Flash and DJ Kool Herc, leading the way into the Golden Age of rap. Nutsy was hungry and hardcore in the beginning and rapped his way around the world hanging with some of the best. He was a swinger and crewed with west coast and east coast rappers alike. the Juice Crew comes to mind with Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap, Biz Markie, Masta Ace, Rakim, Public Enemy. West coast you had N.W.A. and Ice Cube. Nutsy liked to do rump shaking music and in one memorable concert with Luther Campbell and 2 Live Crew, he came up with a dance move called the Bushwhacker, where he would take his tail and swish it all around the private parts of the hoochie mamas dancin onstage.
But then hard times came, there was his addiction to cracked kernel corn, the wild tree parties, children he had fathered and deserted, and that furry incident, which to this day, no one is willing or able to talk about. The last CD he had done was an album of duets with MC Hammer called My Tail Is Too Big 4 Dis Parachute Pants and that was the last anyone had heard from him, he disappeared shortly after the failure of the CD. Now I find this floating around the net.
You scored as Black. You are a Black Were. Some think of you as mysterious, though you are often straightforward. Though pure of heart, you can't help but be mischeivious sometimes, even with serious consequences. You are sneaky and have a sense of stealth, but can be outright when you want. Black Weres love company, though they need serious alone time.
Dude I wish I could be more clever with the subject lines.
So went home to Columbus for Easter, lots of snow and cold. Thank god i had lots of Cadbury Eggs and other assorted chocolates to help keep me warm. The Easter Bunny brought me a microwave (early birthday gift) so that was cool. I can use it to melt chocolate. I'm sensing a theme here. I don't feel so hot, my back decided it was going to lock up last night and then twitch and tingle all day today and my blood pressure is acting up, it was 185 over 116 when i got a reading the other day. Doctor upped my medication, lets see if that will work. So I'm sitting very quietly at my desk, daydreaming about Napoleon and Illya and Carson and Rodney because if my blood pressure is going to be up, it should be about pretty men dammit.
Also, my lj paid account has lapsed since i didn't have the bank to renew. I miss my Radek icon. *sniff* Send shortbread please.
So that's pretty much whats going on with me at the moment. Hope y'all had a good weekend. Swansmooches!
Current Mood: sick Current Music:Latifah's Had It Up To Here-Queen Latifah
The Life in Pink One of my all time favorite songs, by the great Edith Piaf~
La Vie en Rose
Des Yeux Qui Font Baisser Les Miens Un Rire Qui Se Perd Sur Sa Bouche Voila Le Portrait Sans Retouche De L'homme Auguel J'appartiens Quand Il Me Prend Dans Ses Bras, Il Me Parle Tout Bas Je Vois La Vie En Rose, Il Me Dit Des Mots D'amour Das Mots De Tous Les Jours, Et Ca Me Fait Quelques Choses Il Est Entre Dans Mon Coeur, Une Part De Bonheur Dont Je Connais La Cause, C'est Lui Pour Moi, Moi Pour Lui Dans La Vie Il Me L'a Dit, L'a Jure Pour La Vie, Et Des Que Je L'apercois Alors Je Sens En Moi, Mon Coeur Qui Bat... Des Nuits D'amour A Plus Finir Un Grand Bonheur Qui Prend Sa Place Les Ennuis, Des Chagrins S'effacent Heureux, Heureux A En Mourir
*Sigh* I have to quit reading livejournal today. I keep forgetting it's April Fool's day and my blood pressure keeps going up and down and up and down and...