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Hi.

This is slightly awkward.

It's been awhile.
A whilllee
A loooonnngg
whiillleeee
....
sorry
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At this very moment

 a black kitten with white paws is nagging at me on the keyboard.

THEY JUST WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. 

I absolutely looovvee these comments.

amen.

For those who have been following my Twitter, Facebook posts etc.

I have been fostering five kittens (AH ITS PLAYING WITH MY FINGERS)

for about a month now and they are about a month old.

My mum found them abandoned in a box by a bus stop.

Their eyes were still closed and obviously mama cat was not responsible for this

horrible abandonment.

I am not kidding when I say that they are crawling on me at this very moment.

Here is a picture for reference. 

Meows are  

EVERYWHERE!

RUN!

SAVE YOURSELVES!

Ok done.

Fed them, played with them and now they're napping.

Which means I have approximately thirty minutes - an hour of freedom.

Mama needs her space.

So where was I?

Ah, the critters.

That's done.

What else..

Ummm..

umm..

ummmmmmmm....

Oh, I turned 22.

BAM.

26OCT2013

         

         

         

         

     

It was a fun ass party.

It took me about a month to organize.

A lot of things pissed me off too. 

Gave guests a month in advance to "save the date"
Still, so many blew me off.

Therefore, 

I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE.

The party was a success so when I do have another one,

I will not beg, grovel and whine at people to keep their word and

show up.

I will simply, not give any fucks.

If you want to come, great, PARTAY.

If you don't, 

without good reason, 

you are no longer in my dependable list of people I know.

So many who I know from work or have known for a short time,

all made it.

No questions asked.

However, those who I've known longer,

had more excuses and some didn't even show.

Or even bother to tell me themselves they wouldn't be able to make it.

Or just didn't tell me at all.

Bitches.

The older you get,

the clearer things get.

You learn.

What else what elseee..

Ah.

I have more writing material.

It's no joke that you really have to leave the house once in awhile

to let your brain absorb life.

Even if it's that old man spitting on the ground,

it could reward you with paragraphs and paragraphs of descriptions.

I'll get back to my short story when the kittens go home with their humans.

Fingers crossed that 

IT BE IMMINENT. 

I mean I love them.

But the constant and unpredictable

bum wiping, bottle feeding, kitten crying, pee draining

HAS BEEN FUCKING EXHAUSTING.

Yet, fantastically rewarding

^_^

If you wish to witness their rapid growth into manly cats,

click here for utter cuteness that may cause uterus' to implode.

And finally,

to end this complete jibber of words.

I have moved out with 3 other lovely people.

which is,

needless to say,

AWESOME.

FRREEEEDOMMMMM.

(love you mum, dad if you're reading)

I mean seriously, 

I have never been cleaner, tidier, healthier.

Talk about being all grown up.

I'M A PROPER ADULT.

Oooooooooooohhhhhhh

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So until next time,

when I can finally type up and continue my short story,

PEACE OUT.

x

[A]

Aaaayyyyy

I'm tired.

Shit, a kitten moved.

Shhhhhhhh!!!!!