the cage is RIDICULUSLY over crowded

but OMG it’s clean this makes NO sence

U shud step owt moar offen! Ur lolspeak is bery gud, an ur obviously a grate danser. We alwais needz moar dansers!

I no wat u meen bout knowing peeps frum heer. I feel teh saem wai. Itz liek habin a bunch of frenz cum into mah libing room ebery tiem I cum to ICHC.

Hope to see moar posties frum u! Joyn teh partee!!!

I still wishes u happee noo yeer an happinuss.

(an i is regiftin dat hamstur weel, dammit….. )

Fankoo fur teh happitail danse. Ai gots happitail danses frum mah nefyoo goggies yesturdai 2! Teh biggur goggie, him are eben biggur. Teh littul goggie, him are abowt teh saim syze.

ur struttings are full of lol

Did u gets teh moniez owt ob teh banx?

lubs u!

I’m on my mom’s computer, so I put in whatever. When I get back on my computer I will use my avatar and all that.

Ai also regyewlarly has teh “ur plane leeves in ten minnits an u is still home in ur PJs” dreem, as well as teh “ai has to leev in tree minnits but ai has nawt packd anytin yet an apparently goblins has gawt into teh hows an mooved eberytin” dreem. Boff of which are sumwot ironnic since ai is teh most anullyretentiv person awn teh planit an ai is AWLWAYS reddy about 36 howrs befor ai has to go anyware. Ai gess sumwehr in my psyche tehr is a normal person tryin to get owt.

OH, Romeow!!! That IZZIT!!! Fur MENEE yeerz ai had that dreem a lot! Tuk a long time to go away.

Nao ai has teh actor’s nitemare, where yoo can’t find yur costyoom, or teh maekup, or teh rite shoos, an yoo ar awn teh rong side ov the staj, an yoo don’t know what play it iz, an no one haz a script, an yoo heer yur cue, but yoo can’t get to teh staj an – ai cud go awn.

Ai also has the travelor’s nitemare, wehre yoo ar awn teh rong trayne, or yoo can’t get to teh tikket window, or yoo can see teh plane, but no doorz to get there. . .

An the mooving nitemare, where awl teh stuff is goan an iz time to go (then yoo get into teh travelor’s nitemare) but tehn yoo discober a whole ROOM full ov stuff tath fur wun reeson or teh otter cannawt bee left behine. . .

There ar moar. Ai has a wide variettee ov nitemare to choose frum!!

romewo

Oh – now AI purrsonallee thinks taht luks reelee grate!!

Iz so sowy to reed bout Ashley. She waz lukee to hab finded u.

My condolensais.

I fink we gots so buzy eeting, dat we neber dids teh danse!

Nisely dun!

*sais ina monotone voice wif forced smyle*

Fank yew fur cuming. Hope to see u soon.

I was a fud profeshional fur meny meny yeers in one capac…capasit…doin one fing or anudder (cept cookin).

Wonce ina grate wile, I still habs teh serber nitemares. Eiber too meny tablez, or can’t get teh orderz ina puter, or neber wurked dere before an doan no teh menu, or can’t find teh rite ekwipment…I cud go on. Eberybuddeh I no dat waz a serber fur lots ov yeers still habs teh nitemares wonce in a wile.

Buts, can’t cumplane bout teh monies!

Dat is amazing, an I so glad dat ur Daddeh told u teh storeez so u cud pass dem along to awl us Cheez Peeps frum awl ober teh whirled!

Reely amazing.

oooh, adn gets him a widdle mask… mebbee wee should start a list.

Devon cream tea!

An ai agree – tho it was a veree interesting eggsperience – an ai dint get hurt – an Brett got Petula Clark’s autograf (it was her play he wuz at) – ai’m nawt sorree. But ai can’t say ai wud rellee want to do it again.

Ai hav had verree meny “interesting” eggsperiences – but az ai am still alive- ai guess awl is well!!

And the Fronsch – HAU doo they do it!! They just hav style!!! Must bee in the blud.

I am a fraidy cat and when i was in teh Pariee Fronsch a monf ago, tehy had a few lidddle demonstrashun in teh streets-mostly just a noosence in slowin the citee dwon. but won nite teh buz driber stoppeded teh buz, maid me get out teh bus cuz he cudnt go no furder, cuz ob teh krowd, adn dere i wuz in Pariee in teh dark !! yikes !! wif lotsa Storm Tropper style plice speekin teh French (bud luking berry kewl- how do teh Fronshc do dat??, adn lotz of “paddywaguns”bud hardlee enne studentz ore udder demunstrayters. I wuz a liddle freekeyed out, but id wuz awl berry civulized- teh buz driber showededed me how to wauk home on teh map-tuk about an hour but veree safe. Good thnig- i reeely am teh skerddy kat.
i admitz it- prefurrs to reed about teh advenchurs sumtimes insted ob beeing in tehm, until itz awl obber adn awls wales tahts edns wales.

hmmmm. wales, alwayz wanted to go tehre…

noawt to menshun….prettio far awn teh clumsi sid ov life ….ai hav been knowed to falw dwon fur no reel reasun…..walkin along….opps fawl dwon!!!!

lik ai hav sed befour….mi lif …iz jest been a teeny tiny bit odd….ok maybi a loawt odd….but been teh fun and teh adventure !!

does a liddle happitail danse fur our TC…

*danse dane danse…*

*strut round wiff tail ina ar*

*danse danse danse ***

boi we misseded u ……hey wanna com an burn dwon a bank wiff me????

oh wate….dat was almostest 40 yeerz ago……(YIKES YIKES YIKES ) sems lik jest yesterdai was getin chassed bi copz …..ah teh passuns of teh yute….ai useded to hav dem….

anyway…..wun dai…..teh luftwaffe coloneul camed to teh British guy hoo waz teh rankin occifer…an sed pak up u guise….we’re marchin u outa heer…….

an teh brave British gu sed ….”nope not gonna happun.”…..an der was a few dozun gaurds (oar ferrets) an 10,000 prisonurs….

so …. teh bery nexx dai…wen evverywun gotz up…….der waz no wun ina gaurd towerz…..all teh gremunz had goes awai in teh middlul ov teh nite…..

an much laffter an cheerin an happitalin was herd round dat camp…….so dey broke into teh suppliz dat teh Red Cross had been sendindem…an evverywun eeted gud fur teh furst tyme ina lawng lanwgt tyme…….(mi Daddy was 6’4″ tawl an weighed 128 pondz wen camp waxz liberateded….

anDEN…. wiffin a dai oar two….hoo hood showz up but a rody groop of Roossuinz…. saying hey we r liberatiing us guise……

but evverywun luked at dem wiff grate suspishun……..an over in teeny tiny Engerland…..teh powerz dat be …sed ……OMG we gotta get r boiz otta der….lest dose roosinaz drag dem awl bak to roosia…..an awl teh B 17 piloty gusie hoo was ‘posed to go bak to teh states…sed “we’ll go getz dem….and dey did !!!

end ov stori…oh cept wun fing…my Daddyz plane ….cawled “Sheharazade” dat a kool name or what ????

Sayd Jaylberdkitteh to No.93
Joor teh kyootest little kitteh I evah did see….
Oh noes……hedsplort!”

far cry frum teh kid hoo woodn’t eet anyfing but blaoney sammiches, fried chikun an pots rost…..”ai don lik taht.” waz mi mostest useded phrase as a kid….(musta be reeeell fun to feed me huh?? but noawt to wurri….wiffin teh furst (hey ders dat werd agin) yeerz ov der marrages…affer 5 nites oawt of 6…shoold taht be 6 oawt ov 7,….yah datz it….aniway….
my fadder wood cawl mi mudder up an sai …”gotz to stai at teh horspitul…..dont wate dinnerz awn me……” so she givved up cookin eerli awn….

as a madder of fack….we useded tohav to memindsz herz wher teh kitchun was…..

“‘K Mom ? luk fur teh ruum wiff teh big whyte boxes…wun ov dem iz teh COLE wen u opunz teh dor to it, ….an teh odder wun…ifn u trun a nob…u getz FIER !!! an iz gotz teh biggest sink ina howse……”

den she wood giv uz a blank stare….”whyte bokzes ??? reely ?”

my chilehood…..wa teh ……….odd???

Mai fren Brett an I had gone to the separate matinees ov choyz an were meeting up at teh evening theatre to eet an tehn go the last purrofmance togedder. Last theatre was RITE OFF TRAFALGAR SKWARE!!!! We noo nothing!!!! A woman wawking in frunt ov mee pikked up a couple ov beeg stones up an putted them in her pokkets. “stranj,” ai thot.

Then – at teh end ov mai street – there was an odd surge ov peepl into the street – then bak again. “Moar stranj” ai thot.

An tehn – there ai wus an cudden’t get out!! Ai was a bit feereded taht ai mite bee dedded – but ai verree slolee werked mai way to teh otter theatre. In teh meenwhile, Brett got pulled in bak stage door bai Petula Clark!!! So he was sayfe.

Teh play we were going to was “Bent.” About teh two guise in teh camp in Mauthausen. Teh play went awn – but ouside in teh audience an during the play we cud still heer the sirens an peeple shouting outside. Waz eerlilee appropriate.

After – walking bak to ar hotel – we got to see awl teh buring carz.

nomnomnomnom….. moar ov ada razzperry fingys plze!!!