R.I.P. Grandma Thomas

My Wonderful Grandma

Rest in Peace

July 13, 1923 - April 18, 2008

R.I.P. Tiffy

Tiffy, to the right, and her siblings, as babies.

Tiffy, sitting in the window, a few weeks ago.

Tiffy died on Monday, April 7, after 3 days of "recovering" from being spayed and having an abortion. She was only 10 months old. I remember the day she was born in my room. She was always the sweetest thing. She would purr and she liked to talk a lot. She would always run up to me and start meowing like she thought I knew exactly what she was saying. And she was beautiful...so, so beautiful. The pictures couldn't even capture it. I loved her so much. I don't understand how she could be gone just like that.

Jason Castro!!!

Daydream.


I'm not who I was.


Cutest Interview. (Just at the Beginning)

Third Wheel.

So, I'm considering the position of The Third Wheel. I've heard it's not as bad as it sounds. Actually I haven't heard that at all. I lied. But in all seriousness, It's a position to carefully consider, really. The Third Wheel. Why go solo if you can stick with the other two wheels? Plus, you know adding a third wheel for safety will be better than a two-wheeler alone that could easily tip or be swayed by the wind. Yes, a third wheel for safety's sake. A third wheel is practically a necessity--certainly a position that must be filled. Of course anyone would rather be The Second Wheel. Unfortunately I fear that position will never be offered to me. I just don't get those kind of opportunities. Who says I'd take the position even if it was offered to me? Second Wheel is sort of a selfish position anyways. Being a humble Third Wheel might work better for me.

Plus, three is my favorite number...

and...and...the first two wheels won't forget me because they need me...

and...of course...it's obvious that...when considering...in certain circumstances...usually...

WHAT AM I THINKING?!

The end has come. Maybe. Actually, most certainly not.

Let me stop.