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Bunny... All I can say to you is this.

I know what it's like to lose a family pet. The pain, the anguish, the thoughts of wondering what you could've done to have made things better for it, all of it. But the truth of it is, there's really not much that can be done once the inevitable befalls you. It's just like losing a family member. I should know. One of my cats about a few years ago was put to sleep all because he got into fights with his brother. Was I happy about it? Hell no. Was I angry? You bet your fucking ass I was mad. I was so mad at mother for making the decision that I refused to talk to her for a few weeks. Fuck, I never got any sleep about it, either.

Days later, you know what happened? I pretended to get over it, but I still remained angry with my mother to this very day. I never let it show, though. A few years later, she then committed one of the most heinous atrocities that she would ever do. When I thought that she took one of our other cats to a shelter, she really told me that she threw her out like garbage. All because her ex-boyfriend said that our one cat had to go because he thought that I wasn't taking care of her like I should when in fact I was. Was I angry then? You bet the fuck I was. I never forgave her for it. To this day, I still never forgave her. Will I one day? Eventually.

But that's another subject for another day. The main thing is this. When it comes to losing a family pet, there is absolutely no greater pain in the world. There is no greater cure to replace the hurt. There is no amount of rest that you can get that can quell the dreams of seeing that pet there somewhere in the back of your mind. You can shed years of tears, and it might soften the pain for a little while and cleanse part of your soul, but all it will do is remind you of that day.

It will hurt for days on end, Bunny. Not going to lie to you. And just when you think that you can't take anymore, step back for a minute. Listen to the words you speak. Realize that that there wasn't anything that you could've done for your pet, and that it has found eternal peace. We all get to meet our pets again one day at the Ressurection, standing near the gates that lead us all into Heaven.

Remind yourself of the good times you had with her, Bunny. Never let the death get to you, for it will only fuck you up royally later down the road.
 
My god, you too?

I know how it is. Out of nowhere, I'm in my bathroom until about 10, then I wake up to go back. Nothing else, so it must have been a stomach flu...

But, damn... you are the third person that I talk to that I heard got sick/ill.
 
Corporal Bunny said:
Dfuhgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggdfdfdf--- Oh, sorry that was my face on the keyboard. Ahem.. I just wanted everyone to know, I hate ninja sickness.

One minute itâ??s a tickle at the back of your throat, the next youâ??re rolling around plagued by the flu in a humbling experience of shivers and fevers.
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Oh god, I hate that! Hopefully you're doing better, though.
 
My dear friend was gone for three days. Which may be why I've been grumpy so much. She wasn't providing me with the amount of laugh I needed daily. But, she's made up for it-- so have a few others. Enjoy them as I've enjoyed them:

HOT BABE (11:24:30 AM): Just the more I think about the situation, the more angry I get.

SpaOoFey (11:24:49 AM): What's the situation? FEED ON THE ANGER MY LITTLE RAGING ENGLISH MUFFIN!
HOT BABE (11:24:57 AM): XD Okay, I told you he got fired and shit, right? Well, he picked me up from work this last Saturday and we went to the store, his old place of work and there he was approached by a manager who told him in a very polite but firm manner that she'd let him finish shopping, but that after that day he was no longer allowed in Fry's. Now, they don't tell you that unless you've been fired for like, theft and shit..not coupon use. And it's the whole principle of the thing..like, on the one hand, I can understand being embarrassed. On the other hand? Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining.



SpaOoFey (11:44:55 AM): Okay here's the scenario. You’re madly in love with a man, you're engaged for a year. You go to his apartment to surprise him and he's fucking a chick. What do you do?

HOT BABE (11:46:36 AM): I deflower his best friend and fling the used condom on his car windshield then send him a video of aforementioned deflowering. Then I find out where the chick lives, see if she's involved with anyone else and pretend to be the Department of Health and contact them saying she submitted a blood sample to be tested for AIDS and say that they should come down to the clinic immediately to be tested as well.
SpaOoFey (11:46:55 AM): D: That's a true story! Come up with something fresh! Gawd!
HOT BABE(11:47:40 AM): Okay, tie them both to the bed and then pour gasoline on them then light them on fire. "May you both burn in hell together.."
SpaOoFey (11:48:24 AM): That's not nearly as exciting
HOT BABE (11:51:03 AM): You rig something like Jigsaw from the Saw movies... Except no one's getting out alive. But, you make them betray and even kill one another.
SpaOoFey (11:52:07 AM): I would ask to join and then shove something huge and embarrassing up holes without warning. Can you imagine this for me: Hospital 1:00am- "What seems to be the problem?" 'Yes Dr... we were having a threesome-- and, and.. now I have a Play station controller in my vagina.'
HOT BABE (11:53:09 AM): God, I've heard of some crazy stuff being shoved in vaginas and even rectums...
SpaOoFey (11:54:25 AM): "Hi I'd like to return this PS controller, it's not working wirelessly" Okay, let me see if I can fix it, where is it? Did you bring it with you?" "Yeah.." Can I see? "-Sigh all the men want to see -flips up skirt- It's in there" -Star trek music start to play in background-
HOT BABE (11:55:40 AM): "Space...between a woman's legs. These are the voyages of the US Gynocolgia. To chart unseen poonanies and boldly go where no doctor has gone before!"
SpaOoFey (11:57:59 AM): "WE ARE BEING SUCKED INTO A BLACK HOLE!" NOOOOOOOO! "Oh wait- that's just her rectum gaping open again. -sigh-"
HOT BABE (11:58:17 AM): "Sir! Sir! She's gone from blowing to sucking!"
SpaOoFey (11:58:34 AM): How do we get on these topics
HOT BABE (11:58:45 AM): I blame DJ Bayview..somehow.
SpaOoFey (12:00:03 PM): I read his name as BJ Bay view: Man is standing in slacks by windows of open condo on beach... Bombshell blond approaches, sliding her hands down his hard abs as bad porn music begins to play-- She kneels, licking the slacks as she unzips them, a smile on her lips. Yup, that's what I think about when I say his name
HOT BABE (12:00:32 PM): And somehow...Saved by the Bell came to mind when I read that.
SpaOoFey (12:00:38 PM): LOL what?!

Later:
SpaOoFey (12:04:25 PM): Getting your lips caught in a zipper would suck. Like getting braces snagged on a condom.
HOW BABE (12:04:37 PM): HA HA! That reminds me of a rather funny story.
SpaOoFey (12:04:42 PM): …Oh god!

When girls talk about sex:

HOT BABE (12:10:06 PM): =x I find cum gross and repulsive. Though oddly, I don't mind and rather enjoy the feel of it so long as I don't have to see it. Like if it's on my inner thigh or lower belly. It's a conundrum almost.
SpaOoFey (12:11:20 PM): I think it's the texture. I've licked it up, but I have to close my eyes. I don't mind the taste. It just reminds me of that kid phase, where you got what was called 'gak' that slimey, green, stretch.. slimey goo?
HOT BABE (12:11:44 PM): Awe man...don't ruin Gak for me! Gak was cool.. Cum is only like, "Oh..wow..it's kinda warm. Not on the face, kthxplz! ~Plays with Gak~"
SpaOoFey (12:13:01 PM): I showed my Nerd friend our Gak convo and he's like: Nerd friend (12:12:37 PM): *laughs* Oh that is horrible. I can't touch Gak anymore now...so does cum making farting sounds when you squeeze it in the container?
HOT BABE (12:14:21 PM): Only if they'd had Taco Bell beforehand?
SpaOoFey (12:14:36 PM): I love Taco bell, I never get gas.
HOT BABE (12:14:52 PM): Yes, but do people squeeze you to get cum out?
SpaOofey (12:15:41 PM): My Ex tried to twist it out. And I was like.. No.-- OMG  a horrible though just popped in my head. Involves a man that likes to go down, an open vagina, with a spoon-- now imagine eating it like icecream. With the spoon. NO NO! It's my idea-- I'm going to be rich off that porn.
HOT BABE (12:16:36 PM): Like when you're trying to squeeze the last---! Oh god...I hate ice cream now. Officially fucking hate it. UGH! Fuck you, French Vanilla! Though admittedly, you'll probably make millions on that porn idea.

Meanwhile, Bunny is greeted by Ducky:

DUCKY: (12:10:00 PM): *pimpsmacks*
SpaOoFey (12:10:09 PM): -falls dramatically-
DUCKY (12:10:21 PM): Where's mah money?!
SpaOoFey (12:10:36 PM): I didnt get any costumers last night
DUCKY (12:10:43 PM): Bleh. You're useless! *plops on the floor* I'd be a terrible pimp. I lose interest too quickly.
SpaOoFey (12:11:29 PM): I know right? D:


Nerd’s convo with Bunny:

NERD (11:39:16 AM): Kristen will discover feelings she never thought possible. The love of a women and the perverse experimentation that follows.<!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://fun-blog.biz/wp-content/uploads/google.jpg">http://fun-blog.biz/wp-content/uploads/google.jpg</a><!-- m --> Look at ze picture! Found one of your apartment!
SpaOoFey (11:40:32 AM): My boobs aren't that saggy…
NERD (11:40:42 AM): Didn't meant the boobs. And she is black, you aren't.
SpaOoFey (11:40:52 AM): Are those dildos?
NERD (11:47:28 AM) Oh well...anyways, new burger place opened up a few blocks outside of my division. They got burgers that taste just like an In and Out Double Double. Freaking amazing.
SpaOoFey (11:48:45 AM): In and Out Double Double? That sounds so fucking kinky
NERD  (11:51:26 AM): Mmm, could be. The burger IS nice and sticky-- between two buns…

Some time passes:
NERD (12:28:02 PM): Oh did you hear about Obama?
SpaOoFey (12:28:18 PM): I heard he's black. And I was like like.. No wai
NERD (12:28:20 PM): Flew a 747 over New York...how dumb can you be? On that note-I found a Photoshop tutorial for enhancing nipples on tight clothing


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SpaOoFey (12:44:19 PM): Ahh.. seriously-- we have great convo. I can just imagine us in the grocery store. 'Did you see the Banana on that stem!? I'd love to pluck and peel that sucker'
HOT BABE(12:44:48 PM): XD! Oh god..grocery shopping with me is like watching a kid with ADHD being locked in a room full of butterflies
SpaOoFey (12:44:55 PM): LOL!
HOT BABE (12:45:28 PM): Either that or listening to someone have interior monologues with themselves like Golem.
SpaOoFey (12:46:15 PM): O_O
HOT BABE(12:46:20 PM): "But I wants this bread.." "No! You don't needs this bread!" "But we wants this kind of breadsssss.." "No, we don't!" "Yes we do!" "~Slap!~ No, we don't want this bread..."
HOT BABE(12:47:25 PM): "~Sob~ Master will let me have this breads!" "Master thinks you're fat and need to lay off the carbs...~smug smile~" "NO! Master loves us...." "No, Master hates you..nasty hobbitsissss..."
HOT BABE (12:47:45 PM): "But I wa--oooooh, butterfly!"
SpaOoFey (12:48:04 PM): -throws Golem off a cliff- So anwyay: <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://www.kawaiinot.com/images/kawaiinot_strip251.gif">http://www.kawaiinot.com/images/kawaiinot_strip251.gif</a><!-- m --> Ducky showed me that and I felt better about myself.
 
Loved the mix of optimism for the future and painful memories of the past. We're all looking to get in touch with our future selves, you could almost give it it's own body... And yet you have to wait.
 
My dear 'Sun', you have a remarkable way of writing with the innocence of a child tinged with the undercurrent of melancholic yet beautiful maturity..has anyone ever told you that?
There's something about reading your journals that is not only refreshing, but has a way of tugging at one's heart strings. I heart you!
 
Bunny, when you say that you want to find your future self, I find myself asking a few questions. For one, what does our future selves look like in the years to come? No one knows that, to be quite honest. So how can you ask that? Now, I'm not saying that to be an ass about it, mind you. I just want to know as to why you would want to do that. Because to me, that's like asking Quentin Tarantino about the ending of one of his movies.

But the true answer to that question is that no one really knows what the future holds for all of us because the future is not even here yet. So all we've got to do in the here and now is to live for the moment, take chances, make mistakes, make up for them down the road and to hell with what happened to you in the past. There's nothing anyone can do unless if someone had like a time machine to do that with.

Again, this might sound like I'm coming off like an asshole, but all I have to say to you is au contraire, mon fraire. My hypothesis on this subject is based off of this entire topic of the past, the present and the future.

Now, you said that everybody has a story hidden within the shadows of their hearts that even they wouldn't dare tell, but I assume the position that this has been around forever. It's called bottling it up and never saying a damn thing about it. You, on the other hand, are one of the few people that have the balls to come out and admit to the entire Blue Moon Nation that these are things that happened to you in the past and say, "this is who I am. Don't like it? Well guess what, cornrows? I wouldn't give you a cup of piss to put you out if you were on fire."

My theory is that - and with all due respect - sometimes our past in this current generation is not something anyone would want to repeat. Not even if someone paid you to do it. No one is immune to this, not me, not Trygon, hell not even prettylykSIN is immune to this. Not even someone as Legendary Fail as eric, OK? Just to put things in a little bit of perspective here.

But here's the one thing you can do to correct the damage that happened in the past. The next time you look at yourself in the mirror and you see yourself knowingly or unknowingly saying the words, "I love you" to you? Smile. Close your eyes and whisper the words, "I love you too" to yourself. Better yet, give that reflection of yourself a kiss. For you see, there is only one person in the entire world that knows you better than anybody else.

Who is this person, you ask? Simple!

Yourself. And it's with this knowledge that I pass unto you that you keep and cherish it. Even my mother said it best to me and my brother. She looked at us both and she said, "You know what I love about the word 'unique'? The letter 'U'."

Ya know what? She was right. In more ways than one, she was absolutely right.

In conclusion, here's what I got to say to you.

Live for yourself and let not one thing change you. Laugh at yourself when you make a slip up. Love you for yourself, for there is no greater love than that. And when you come to the end of the highway called life, you can look back at everyone and say, "No regrets, bitch. I did it my way."
 
That's usually how I answer most journal entries by seeing it through their eyes once I get a good enough reading from it. As for the Unique statement, that's hand-over-my-heart honestly what my mom said to me and my brother.
 
Bunny, when you say that you want to find your future self, I find myself asking a few questions. For one, what does our future selves look like in the years to come? No one knows that, to be quite honest. So how can you ask that? Now, I'm not saying that to be an ass about it, mind you. I just want to know as to why you would want to do that. Because to me, that's like asking Quentin Tarantino about the ending of one of his movies.
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I like the analysis. But really, I think it''s sort of reassuring on a personal inner level to see your future self as a totally seperate being that you're destined to become, ya know? Someone greater, wiser, more experienced, more independent... Plus... It's a metaphorical adventure. :D Totally great philosophy there, you're in control of your destiny, and how you rendevouz (sp?) with that future you.
 
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