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(no subject) [Dec. 12th, 2008|08:55 pm]
Luisa the friendly ghost.
I've been sucked into the vortex of facebook. I won't be on livejournal much ... not that I have been, anyway, but if anyone wants to keep in touch with me you can do so there.

This link should work:

Or maybe it won't. I dunno.

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ETSY [Dec. 9th, 2008|01:11 pm]
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(no subject) [Dec. 5th, 2008|08:45 pm]
Luisa the friendly ghost.
Here's some of the junk I make up for sale on the interweb:

Tomorrow during bardstown road aglow, between 5 and 10, I will have a booth out by the green house gallery with stuff for sale. The green house is located near the corner of bardstown road and grinstead, next to the karma cafe.


(no subject) [Nov. 15th, 2008|01:56 pm]
Luisa the friendly ghost.
Does she make you happy, or are you just happy that you're not alone ?

(no subject) [Nov. 2nd, 2008|11:11 pm]
Luisa the friendly ghost.
Hahah. I flipped off Anne Northup.
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(no subject) [Jul. 19th, 2008|02:37 am]
Luisa the friendly ghost.
I miss you. Why am I still here ?

The squarest grave I've ever seen. [Jun. 8th, 2008|12:52 am]
Luisa the friendly ghost.

Deja died about an hour after I came home from work today. We all sat around him and petted him and told him how much we love him ... I said "You're such a good boy, Deja.", he tried to reply but couldn't really make any noise. He's always been a talker..

"Love you buddy."
"You're such a good boy."
"Ready to go inside ?"
"Yeah, didn't think so."

Sometimes he would follow me around the house .. I'd offer him food, he wouldn't eat, I'd turn on the faucet for him, he wouldn't drink .. I'd set him down in bed with my mom and he wouldn't lay down .. he would watch me walk to the door and I'd say "What's up buddy, you want to hang out with me for a while ?" And he would mow at me and jump down off the bed. I'd lay down in the hammock with him on my chest and he would purr and talk to me for a while and then fall asleep. Up to the very end he was the same loving, spunky, talkative kitty he's always been. He was the best fucking cat anyone could ever have.

... And this is what he looked like just before he died:


When you have chronic renal failure your kidneys can no longer filter out all the toxins that come into your body, so the toxins stay in your blood .. and then collect other places and do damage. They cause ulcers that turn to dead tissue, they could cause swelling behind your eye, for example .. put pressure on your brain, push your eye out so far that you can't close your lid, and then your eye crusts over and the tissue dies. They make you nauseated, your body uses up so much water trying to flush the toxins out of your system that you become dehydrated, constipated as a result .. you loose your appetite, and not eating makes everything worse. Essentially when your kidneys can no longer handle the load your body withers away and rots around you.

This is a good reason to be very careful when using antifreeze, witch is a common poison that effects pets. Its also a good reason why someone who, say, soaks meat in antifreeze and puts it out for animals to eat, should be slowly and brutally slaughtered and spend the rest of eternity in hell watching their own body decay around them.
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You're nobody till somebody kills you. [Jun. 3rd, 2008|12:27 am]
Luisa the friendly ghost.
Having dirty dreams again.
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Yespleasethankyou. [May. 26th, 2008|08:12 pm]
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Calculators and Karaoke. [May. 18th, 2008|02:39 pm]
Luisa the friendly ghost.
I'm digging up a bunch of older Nine Inch Nails stuff to add to my ipod ... I like how I can still remember the lyrics to almost every song I've downloaded so far, things I haven't listened to much at all since I was sixteen, but if you asked me to solve a basic division problem I couldn't do it. I don't remember jack-shit from math class, but I could recite to you a million angsty songs.

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