i'm craving just one puff or maybe two, but i'm glad i've quit, it's really a stinky habit, i hate my clothes and sheets smelling like a bar, plus it's silly to have to pay for the possibility of cancer...heck i can get that free, just breathing air...

now, i'm bouncing from station to station, no thin white duke here, it's a pink floyd morning, with roll over beethoven quickly chasing down that sad beer...

i hate public speaking, that's why i chose to dance. my body used to make good sentences, now it's silent and a little bit chubby, perhaps i'll take a dance class this summer???

it's gone from feline hip dysplasia to congestive heart failure, and finally to hypertrophic cardiomyopathy with a little fiv thrown in for good measure...

i wish i could just bring ms. sheera in and let her explain her ailments, i'll sit and be good like any good cat owner should...

*has anyone figured out i deleted about 400 entries? hence the 777