I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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Colsy and her Manticore!
Need direction from the stars? Ask our very own rat psychic! Ask Miss Cleo.
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7 Comments:
How does your rat get along with your cats.
The cats could care less about her, but since Miss Cleo freaks out if she sees them, anytime we take her out of her cage we put her in her ball or put the cats in the other half of the apartment.
Paul used to have a hamster named Caeser (as in Julius) that used to chase my cat around the house when I put him in his plastic ball. Yeah... good times.
*giggle* What a mental picture!
[still laughing about the picture of your pet human]
He happened to be IN the picture WITH the pets.
I don't keep pet humans. If I could, I'd totally have kept Ikey.
what an amazingly beautiful fish!
(and boyfriend too obviously!)
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