Found on ontd.livejournal.com after a slew of "omg she's anorexic" and "omg she's so fat" posts.
It must suck to be famous.

If you're fat you're a pariah.
If you're skinny you're a pariah.
If you're a woman you better get back in the kitchen where you belong.
If you lose weight you're a traitor.
If you gain weight you're a failure.
If you have no curves you're not a real woman.
If you've got curves you're a no good whore who clearly was asking for it.

There. Done. Finished. Can we move on.


True words.
You just can't win anymore.

Smokey McSmokerson aka "Smokeymon."

Smokey McSmokerson "Smokeymon", my wonderful, pretty 14-year-old silver-tipped persian cat died early this morning.
He had been kind of lethargic for the past few days; not his usual talkative self. Before I left yesterday, I had gone out to check on him and he didn't move, only meowed at me. I woke up this morning to a content cat stretched out in the early morning sun. I have to assume that's now he passed away.
We got Smokey when I was 10, from my grandmother's friend, Sally. We raised him from a kitten, teaching him how to jump up to us, ride around in a box (which was his absolute most favorite thing to do) and even count to three (he knew he got three treats at a time and would meow until he got all three.). He also loved sitting his treehouse and watching the people go by from his perch.
He was a people cat and even those who were allergic couldn't resist petting him.
He lived an eventful 14 years, moving from Kentucky to New Mexico and back to Kentucky again.
He was buried this morning under his favorite shade tree and Kevin made the 'headstone' you see above.
He was sweet and cuddly and will be missed. He was definitely one of a kind.

:(

I have sad news:
Dinosaur Pete, my trusty and 6-year-old only keychain, had croaked.
Day after day, I would use his retractable head and the light within to entertain and to help me see my keyhole in the dark. For six years, his battery never died, even though I must have activated that light a handful of times every day.




This was him as he was- in his prime. Just chillin, bringing smiles.

And this was after 'the accident.'



I suppose I could mend him, superglue his head back on, but I feel like that would be keeping him a vegetable.

It's the end of an era, the age of Dinosaur Pete.