PrimitivePacman

Introduction: The Sphynx Cat (To you mundanes known as 'Hairless' cat), Screwy Joe has served in FUR for many moons, and many suns, too. He's wise and quiet, sworn to secrecy. He goes by Joe, the 'Screwy' part was added after a particularly unfortunate incident of which we will not speak of. He is to be respected. That's why he has so many wrinkles, they're full of secrets. His human slave is named Daphne Cabret and is adequate. But it's hard to find good help these days. Week 1. I've been relocated, damn Sgt.Snuffles for not informing me, I've been taken by surprise. This strange, new habitat is empty save one odd Human, whose name see

You know, that feeling, that everything is okay, that you're loved and content and the world can't touch you. For me that's right now. Sitting in my room, looking at old pictures, drawing, writing, thinking, listenting to the mix tape my best friend made for me. Thinking about my guitar and life and how promising everything can be. How I know the most amazing people and how my sister once told me "You have so much love and you give it so free-ly" And how I felt when I was sailing with my friends and how I feel when I hug someone. And if the people in the train think of me while I'm thinking of them. If the sky really does fall, I'd clap for C

I'm fine, you? Sorry, couldn't resist a rhyme. I figured I might as well try this out. The whole journal thing. Imagine a girl. She's five feet tall, but thankfully has a lovely figure. Dark, long hair. Brown doe eyes. Sitting at her laptop. Drinking coffee, reading poetry. Soft jazz music in the background. Sounds nice, eh? Well, imagine that same girl, biting her tongue in frustration, because she is not drinking coffee or reading poetry and there is most definately no soft jazz in the background. That's me. Yeah. Then again, a little tip to charm a bad day good. Listen to kids songs. Sesame street. Muppets. Whatever. It's so much fu