Last night my dear little friend Nicodemus passes away. I had only had him for just over a year, and although I could no longer imagine what my life would be like without him, it still felt too short. Like his sudden death had robbed me of precious time I could have spent with him.
I don't think I've ever loved a creature the way I loved Nicodemus.
And I don't believe I have ever had a pet that seemed to love me back as much as he did.
He was a very well mannered and calm little guy, he never bit, never tried to escape, and was always content sitting on my lap.
I'll miss that.
He was always with me.
Down to when he drew his last breath.
I felt the life leave him, and I hope I never have to feel that again.
I miss him so much, even now I'm still crying. And more tears will come. This is no small wound, this is a gaping hole in my chest from where my heart has been torn out. He was not just a pet. He was my buddy, my roommate, my favorite little guy. There will never be another. Not even close.
I keep staring at him empty cage, wishing he was still there. Wishing I hadn't buried him this morning. Wishing that I had somehow been mistaken, that he was really alive, just sleeping.
Sleep well, little guy.
I'll see you when we cross rainbow bridge together.

If you comment I'll give you a letter of the alphabet and you have to make a journal and list TEN THINGS you like starting with the letter I give you.

My letter:U

1. Ukraine
2. Ultimate Frisbee (watching it, not playing)
3. Ultra Sounds of my niece
4. Ursala from The Little Mermaid
5. "Under the Sea" It's my ringtone
6. Unlived Cake
7. Unicorns
8. Universal Studios
9. Unbirthdays
10. Uncle Sam...I guess

Looks like I have posted some actual artwork.
Yep, stuffs I made with my hands. Not very impressive, but at least it's something.

I have the next chapter for CUTP, But I just don't seem to have the time or will power to post it.

I will soon though.

I promise.

I want SO BADLY to write chapter three.
I'm dying to get all these thoughts out on paper...but the words aren't coming to me.
I feel like I'm trying to paint a picture, but I'm using the wrong colors.
It's not writer's block..it's something else.
I'm probably over analyzing this, but I can't help it.
It's driving me CRAAAAAAZY!

I feel so vain right now.
I just uploaded about eight pictures...
Unfortunately, a lot of them are of me.

I swear, I don't sit in front of a mirror with my camera for hours just to get a picture. -SIGH-