YEARBOOK 2024 EDITION
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In preparation for tomorrow's headshot, I give you my cute younger photo @fleacollerindustry style.
This is me at age 7. The black and white cat is M&M. The white cate is Tiger.
Here is my note to Tiger when she died on 7/18/2005:
This was the cat that got me through childhood. And very infrequently I took some of my frustrations in life out on her, for which I will never forgive myself.
M&M died several months after. I already wrote this story on the old forum, but it died. So here is the tl;dr:
I let Tiger go way too long. Died of kidney disease. She stop eating and then stopped drinking water. I was with her when she was euthanized. She had a peaceful look on her face.
M&M started to go about 2 to 3 months later. She stop eating and also had kidney disease. I took her in because I didn't want her to experience the same pain that Tiger went through. I was with her when she was euthanized. She had the "oh fuck fuck fuck, not yet" look on her face. It scarred me badly. I didn't write her a note. During the interlude where M&M was alive and Tiger was not, M&M was constantly miserable and constantly searching for her sister and meowing the most awful banshee screams.
I got Bear and Mischief in March or April of 2007. They were born in a barn in the rafters way up high where no one could get to them. My best friend got to them and took them down. There is a whole bad story that goes with this tale, but that isn't for today.
Mischief lived up to her name. Mischief was a beast. Bear was second fiddle and knew it. Bear ran away for more than a week and I thought I lost her forever. Bear came back because she couldn't make it on her own.
Mischief was trouble. She got into a fight with a squirrel. The squirrel had a disease. The disease killed her on July 19th, 2010. I took her into emergency care on a Sunday. They gave her a water hump. She wanted to go outside one last time. She went under the porch and I couldn't get to her. She went and died in my neighbors' yard. My neighbors thought the dog killed her and replaced the dog with another dog. I was too heartbroken to correct this misconception and wasn't in a good place mentally.
Here is my note to Mischief:
Here is a picture of Mischief:
Here is a picture of the young Bear:
Here they are as kitties:
These photos say they are timestamped for 2008, so I might have accidentally lied about Bear's age. She may only be 17, but I swear it was 2007 when the bad story that goes along with these kittens went down. I'll have to scour my memory banks to be sure. Actually, just checked my letter from 2010, I said she was 3 when she died and that does make Bear 18 years old.
About a year later, I inherited Bonnie. I believe she was 2 or 3 at the time, which would make her 16 or 17 years old at this point. Bonnie was also with another cat that died in a tragic accident for which I don't know the story. Can you guess what Bonnie's brother's name was. This isn't a tough one.
Here is the young Bonnie again:
Bonnie is a tough luck cat. She is my spirit animal. She is number 9 on my list of special people/animals because she has literally used all 9 of her lives at this point. Her brother died young so there was a definite separation anxiety going on there. Then, the mother of my best friend's first kid who we have the most awful story in the world to tell about couldn't raise her anymore and sent her to her mother's place with many other cats, all of whom hated Bonnie and Bonnie was scared for her life hiding under the bed for a couple of months. Then, she went to live in an apartment that didn't allow cats and was often stuffed into a bathroom for a long time. Then, I inherited this wreck of a creature and over the years gained her absolute trust and loyalty.
People have said to me before that "cats don't act spiteful and don't have human emotions". Really? I very much like to disagree. Because she would not use the kitty litter and still won't to this day. I've had to save her from ethnicization twice. One time, she was at one of my old best friends who I no longer consider a friend anymore after he decided to blame me directly for his bad lifestyle habits and used Covid as a cover while hanging out with my other friend who we can just consider Captain Covid for the lack of care he had towards the situation. This "best friend" said that my best friend "could have done what he was accused of doing" which he didn't and I defended him for years, only to be stabbed in the back during Covid when he had gotten an auto-immune disease and blamed it on me. Well, enough dragging other people through the dirt. Bonnie had a two month stay over at his place that was a disaster. I found out she can actually see spirits and ghosts when I was over at his apartment. At first, I didn't believe it. But now, there is no other explanation. She can see when people send demonic spirits or whatever at me.
This will be the end of this TL;DR story. I will be posting a current photo sometime tomorrow.
This is me at age 7. The black and white cat is M&M. The white cate is Tiger.
Here is my note to Tiger when she died on 7/18/2005:
July 18, 2005 - 1:35 PM
I lost the love of my life today. I am sorry I didn't take better care of you Tiger.
I wish I had paid more attention to you recently. I wish I had more time with you.
I love you more now than I could have ever realize when I had you with me. But now
you are in a better place. All I ever wanted was for you not to be in pain and to
have one last good bye with you. I am so sad that you are gone and I need something
to fill the void in my heart that you have left. I can't believe it has happened.
I can't believe I had to do this and let you go. But always remember that I love you
and I know that you loved me too. There is nothing I can do to replace you. You were
one of a kind Tiger. I will miss your purr, the times you sit on my lap, the way
you always listened to me, and the way you were always there for me.
Goodbye my sweetheart, my teegris, my little baby girl. I hope I will see you in the
next world. I hope you are in a better place. I will always love you and I will
always miss you Tiger.
I lost the love of my life today. I am sorry I didn't take better care of you Tiger.
I wish I had paid more attention to you recently. I wish I had more time with you.
I love you more now than I could have ever realize when I had you with me. But now
you are in a better place. All I ever wanted was for you not to be in pain and to
have one last good bye with you. I am so sad that you are gone and I need something
to fill the void in my heart that you have left. I can't believe it has happened.
I can't believe I had to do this and let you go. But always remember that I love you
and I know that you loved me too. There is nothing I can do to replace you. You were
one of a kind Tiger. I will miss your purr, the times you sit on my lap, the way
you always listened to me, and the way you were always there for me.
Goodbye my sweetheart, my teegris, my little baby girl. I hope I will see you in the
next world. I hope you are in a better place. I will always love you and I will
always miss you Tiger.
This was the cat that got me through childhood. And very infrequently I took some of my frustrations in life out on her, for which I will never forgive myself.
M&M died several months after. I already wrote this story on the old forum, but it died. So here is the tl;dr:
I let Tiger go way too long. Died of kidney disease. She stop eating and then stopped drinking water. I was with her when she was euthanized. She had a peaceful look on her face.
M&M started to go about 2 to 3 months later. She stop eating and also had kidney disease. I took her in because I didn't want her to experience the same pain that Tiger went through. I was with her when she was euthanized. She had the "oh fuck fuck fuck, not yet" look on her face. It scarred me badly. I didn't write her a note. During the interlude where M&M was alive and Tiger was not, M&M was constantly miserable and constantly searching for her sister and meowing the most awful banshee screams.
I got Bear and Mischief in March or April of 2007. They were born in a barn in the rafters way up high where no one could get to them. My best friend got to them and took them down. There is a whole bad story that goes with this tale, but that isn't for today.
Mischief lived up to her name. Mischief was a beast. Bear was second fiddle and knew it. Bear ran away for more than a week and I thought I lost her forever. Bear came back because she couldn't make it on her own.
Mischief was trouble. She got into a fight with a squirrel. The squirrel had a disease. The disease killed her on July 19th, 2010. I took her into emergency care on a Sunday. They gave her a water hump. She wanted to go outside one last time. She went under the porch and I couldn't get to her. She went and died in my neighbors' yard. My neighbors thought the dog killed her and replaced the dog with another dog. I was too heartbroken to correct this misconception and wasn't in a good place mentally.
Here is my note to Mischief:
Dear Mischief
I am so sorry for not being a better owner to you. I have failed you as a master.
I am never fit to be a father to anything. If I can't take care of you until you are past 3 years old, I'm not fit to parent
anything. I'm a failure as a human. There is nothing else I can say.
I love you with all of my heart and I am more sad to see you go then anything. I will remember the good times and I will
never ever yell at you or towards you again. You did not deserve that and if I had know it would turn out this way, I would
have paid with my own life instead of yours.
Goodbye forever my dear sweet missy. Hugs and kisses forever. I hate myself for this and I don't deserve anything good to ever
happen to me again.
The light of my life is gone.
I am so sorry for not being a better owner to you. I have failed you as a master.
I am never fit to be a father to anything. If I can't take care of you until you are past 3 years old, I'm not fit to parent
anything. I'm a failure as a human. There is nothing else I can say.
I love you with all of my heart and I am more sad to see you go then anything. I will remember the good times and I will
never ever yell at you or towards you again. You did not deserve that and if I had know it would turn out this way, I would
have paid with my own life instead of yours.
Goodbye forever my dear sweet missy. Hugs and kisses forever. I hate myself for this and I don't deserve anything good to ever
happen to me again.
The light of my life is gone.
Here is a picture of Mischief:
Here is a picture of the young Bear:
Here they are as kitties:
These photos say they are timestamped for 2008, so I might have accidentally lied about Bear's age. She may only be 17, but I swear it was 2007 when the bad story that goes along with these kittens went down. I'll have to scour my memory banks to be sure. Actually, just checked my letter from 2010, I said she was 3 when she died and that does make Bear 18 years old.
About a year later, I inherited Bonnie. I believe she was 2 or 3 at the time, which would make her 16 or 17 years old at this point. Bonnie was also with another cat that died in a tragic accident for which I don't know the story. Can you guess what Bonnie's brother's name was. This isn't a tough one.
Here is the young Bonnie again:
Bonnie is a tough luck cat. She is my spirit animal. She is number 9 on my list of special people/animals because she has literally used all 9 of her lives at this point. Her brother died young so there was a definite separation anxiety going on there. Then, the mother of my best friend's first kid who we have the most awful story in the world to tell about couldn't raise her anymore and sent her to her mother's place with many other cats, all of whom hated Bonnie and Bonnie was scared for her life hiding under the bed for a couple of months. Then, she went to live in an apartment that didn't allow cats and was often stuffed into a bathroom for a long time. Then, I inherited this wreck of a creature and over the years gained her absolute trust and loyalty.
People have said to me before that "cats don't act spiteful and don't have human emotions". Really? I very much like to disagree. Because she would not use the kitty litter and still won't to this day. I've had to save her from ethnicization twice. One time, she was at one of my old best friends who I no longer consider a friend anymore after he decided to blame me directly for his bad lifestyle habits and used Covid as a cover while hanging out with my other friend who we can just consider Captain Covid for the lack of care he had towards the situation. This "best friend" said that my best friend "could have done what he was accused of doing" which he didn't and I defended him for years, only to be stabbed in the back during Covid when he had gotten an auto-immune disease and blamed it on me. Well, enough dragging other people through the dirt. Bonnie had a two month stay over at his place that was a disaster. I found out she can actually see spirits and ghosts when I was over at his apartment. At first, I didn't believe it. But now, there is no other explanation. She can see when people send demonic spirits or whatever at me.
This will be the end of this TL;DR story. I will be posting a current photo sometime tomorrow.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
Ok, here you go. It is technically tomorrow.
I didn't do anything special here. Just took a picture of myself in the mirror in my bathroom at my current 224.8 lbs at 6'0 even. I even left it large for you this time.
Didn't shave. Have a double chin still. We are hoping to get rid of that. The mirror is a little dirty. I'll take care of that.
I have the headband on which indicates that I'm about to use the device again tonight. I have a full night of activities ahead of me.
It's like looking into the eyes of someone that has seen too much that life has to offer, isn't it?
I am bald, I'll eventually show you that as well. I do have a tiny scar on my forehead from a massive bloody mess from when I was 1 1/2 and ruined my older sister's birthday party, I'll show you that too if you want.
Have fun.
Edit - the glasses means that I'm smart!
I didn't do anything special here. Just took a picture of myself in the mirror in my bathroom at my current 224.8 lbs at 6'0 even. I even left it large for you this time.
Didn't shave. Have a double chin still. We are hoping to get rid of that. The mirror is a little dirty. I'll take care of that.
I have the headband on which indicates that I'm about to use the device again tonight. I have a full night of activities ahead of me.
It's like looking into the eyes of someone that has seen too much that life has to offer, isn't it?
I am bald, I'll eventually show you that as well. I do have a tiny scar on my forehead from a massive bloody mess from when I was 1 1/2 and ruined my older sister's birthday party, I'll show you that too if you want.
Have fun.
Edit - the glasses means that I'm smart!
Bro thinks hes the main character
squiggles2
Dramacrat
squiggles2
Dramacrat
Damn right there's cold weather now Windows 11.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
Main characters always have someone watching them. And at least one someone is always watching me at all thymes.
Therefore ...
Therefore ...
kys
squiggles2
Dramacrat
Your fat sperm wasn't even in your fat mom when greentexting was a thing.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
By all means, let me know when anyone of you is personally visited by God on the regular, when aliens have visited with you, and when you are blessed with the ability to read other people's minds and get early alerts on when other people are plotting on you.
Then, I will believe that I'm not the main character.
Then, I will believe that I'm not the main character.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
Number 779 says he's "A" main character. And that is good enough for me.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
And as "the most cursed individual on the planet of Earth" who refuses to pass on his curse to another person, thus increasing my curse by the day, I don't mind a little bit more cursing coming in my direction.
It just sucks that every time I get mad, literally ever time I get mad, there is some random mass shooting that happens somewhere around this country.
It just sucks that every time I get mad, literally ever time I get mad, there is some random mass shooting that happens somewhere around this country.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
You are welcome btw. World peace is going to be achieved because my ass is alive. World War 3 is not going to happen because my ass is alive.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
Pope. I want to be made pope. No politics involved. And I will be the coolest pope in history. I'll wear the fancy hat, but I will ditch the popemobile and dare anyone to take me out and travel the globe and the Swish guard will only be there for show as I mind control other people into obeying and not killing me.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
I'll learn all the languages. My brain has the capacity to do that. I'm starting with the British vernacular in MobLand and will go from there.
squiggles2
Dramacrat
I already have millions of you motherfuckingfuckers in my head. I have the capacity to take on the entire planet.
Edit - oh, you that Edward's father from FMA Brotherhood was just for show, ayy?
Edit - oh, you that Edward's father from FMA Brotherhood was just for show, ayy?