Humans have moved up on my favorite species list.

I would like to thank you.
Thank you for having such pretty hair and letting me stare at it.
Thank you for the poem. I wish it meant more, but it was nice.
Thank you for being civil, sitting next to me, wearing a sweater made of tolerance and cotton.
Thank you for standing pigeon-toed while you play.
Holding myself on tip-toes has always made me feel light, but then again I don't have your talent resting on my shoulders, weighing me down.
I hope you were comfortable.
Thank you for walking past me and not saying hello.
I'm not being sarcastic, I need to focus.
Thank you for eating a dandelion with me and enjoying life through simplicity,
a meow can mean so much,
or nothing at all, depending on who you are talking to.
Thank you for over analyzing things yet being comfortable enough to make-out.
This isn't making much sense to me either,
but thank you for listening anyway.
Thank you for teaching me what to be, and what not to be, and that is not a question.
The only question is if I love you or not, but I appreciate you all the same.
Thank you for having more to yourself than just God.
You took whatever it is from whoever it was and did something with it.
You made things,
you made yourself.
You took that heart and created a piece that made mine stop.
Only to be revived by that voice so angelic, you must be a God.
But you are not and I am happy about that.
We are so close to perfection my dear. But you, you are real.
You took those knees and made her laugh.
Those red blood cells opened your eyes,
To the world.
and to them.
And to that rolli-polli bug you were so close to stepping on, but caught yourself.
You see skylines and garbage cans and sunsets and roads and me.
You see me and I thank you for that.
Curiosity runs through you, so please sneeze on me.
I'd like some of that and I don't mind catching a cold.
Those elbows of yours are smart.
Thank you for protecting them from scrapes and bruises.
Thank you for not taking the risk of going outside, and staying indoors with me all day.
After all, we are warm and so close to love darling.
So thank you.
Thank you for being human with me.
Meow.

I shouldn't listen.... but I must. The people.

What are you doing? Nice to see you. No Reed, I don't need your help anymore. Mommy. $12.42. Please. No. Paper or plastic. Here, hold my hand. Honk. Steps. Welcome to Orange Leaf. No he leaves next week. Uhhhhh, what's good again? Noooooo. Thank you. No, like we really need to talk about it. I'm totally sure. Hurry and order please. Ding. A car passing. Steps. Steps. Open. Close. Engine. Yay! Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways, lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways. Colby we are so proud of you! Yes, wellll I don't know. More please.

Cats & Dogs

friend·ship/ˈfrendˌSHip/
Noun:
The emotions or conduct of friends; the state of being friends.
A relationship between friends.

Anyone know where I can get one of these eh?

Me and/or Evil Kitten: I don't want this friendship anymore.

You and/or Kitten 2: Why??

Me and/or Evil Kitten: Because I can't keep up with the games, and I am tired. I don't hate you silly, that's only the cat in the movie.

I just need the break you and him never took.

Ouch, it's too tired to be tired.

I'd go to college out of state but my shoulder is asleep under my little sisters head and I don't want to wake her.
It tingles.
The tingles keep me from sleep on purpose, I think.
I think, they want me to think.
To think of numbers and hair and gifts.
Gifts I've been given and things I want.
Beanie Babies, life, books and sex.
I've been taught sex is a gift but please tell Santa I'd rather have a new camera.
I want a new camera and I want the future.
I'm not ready for sex.
I want the future right now and I want asparagus, burnt asparagus.
I want poetry hips.
The kind of hips that look good in the jeans that say, "hey, she can write."
I want people to realize she is fake and a little too much like everyone else.
But she's better at it.
She looks better in my personality than I do, so I give her unneeded permission to display it.
She has the hips for it.
I want to speak Arabic, but only for the time being.
I want a tragedy thrust upon Mitt Romney, so he too can drop out.
Please don't agree with that, it's sick.
I want your innocence preserved.
I want to sleep right now so I stop nourishing what I cannot have.
I need to put down my phone and stop reading about Cordelia Botkins human cakes.
I need to stop enjoying reading it.
I need to stop enjoying my envy.
But I'll agree with her, I can't stop.
It tastes too good.
My sister just woke up, but the tingling won't stop.
In state college it is.

I wish today was the 2nd Thursday of the month.

Sometimes I think about you.
What your blood tastes like and how old you were when you got your first haircut.
Sometimes I think about her, too.
Uncomfortable for all of us, especially her if she knows she is the one we are discussing.
Yes, you.
But I am not going to take it back.
Your skin looks like porcelain and I would like to kiss you.
Not for pleasure,
I just want to count the bumps on your tongue with my own.
I'm intrigued.
I'm not attracted to her, I'm not attracted to him,
I'm attracted to them.
I'm attracted to the fact they can be that selfless with one another and not wear shoes all at the same time.
I'm attracted to the lie the new boy just told us, in an attempt to save himself.
I'm attracted to the legs in those shorts.
My heart just skipped a beat when I thought about his capability to kill.
Out of fear or amazement, I am not quite sure,
But I'm attracted to him all the same.
Mr. Darcy will always own my heart, aside from Sundays, and every other Thursday.
On Sundays it belongs to his servants, appearing once on screen and never in writing.
I'm attracted to them, I can relate to them.
They are no one.
I am no one.
We are no one, and I'm attracted to that.
Every other Thursday, my heart is in Jeffery Dahmers hands...and mouth.
I am flattered by the enjoyment he feels.
He likes the way it tastes and I'm attracted to that.
I'm attracted to what I want, what I see, and who I am.
I'm attracted to humans,
Just not enough.
But please don't let that stop you from letting my tongue count the number of bumps on yours.
I really do think you are cute.

It really is a shame Romance is dead, you and I had so much potential.

They always get to me.

I can't just pick one movie.  I love them too much.  They make me feel things.  But my over all top five of all time consist of:
    
          -The Shining
          -The original, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
          -E.T.
          -What's Up Doc?
          -Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind



Although my pick of the week is going to the 2005 version of "Pride and Prejudice." I'm a sucker for the good love stories, which is odd.