I love my KITTEN!!!

5 lb's 8 oz's 19 in. and very cute

I said a long time ago that I'd put pictures of Vinnie up so... there:


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Just wanted to let everyone that cares know that my Son was born on Monday (09/19/2005). He is 5 weeks early, but just about completely healthy. 5lbs. 3oz. 17" long. He's crazy tiny. His birth certificate name is Vincent Alexander Polidori, but everyone will call him Vinnie. I'll have pictures online soon if anyone wants to see. If not, don' ( Read more... )

...It's a boy!

I looked because I want to know what's going on with the baby. That seems to be the only way to find out. And I never said I hated you, fuck you was all. Just fuck you, out of anger I suppose. Maybe I have nothing to be angry about. Maybe it's my defense mechanism. Maybe it's just who I am, but, then again...you don't want to know who the ( Read more... )

It's not that late tonight, but still much of the same. Incoherent thoughts running rampid...sporadically interchanging amongst clouds of various types of smoke. I think my mouth is swelling. But from what? I don't even know...that's sad. I want to sleep. Again, it's early, but I want to sleep. I keep getting these emails. They're fantastic ( Read more... )

This sleeping thing gets harder by the second. It's wasted time I suppose, but it's not like doing this is really accomplishing anything either. Let me just say, for the record, fuck you. I'll be around. You're "huge feeling" is rediculous. You're hurt? Fine, I understand. You want to blame me? Fine, I understand that too. But I won't be ( Read more... )

Hours stretched into seconds, a mass of decaying footsteps leap all around. Portraying innocense in a less demanding existence stems into burning soil, and here I am. Don't forget to know me, I sit here in silence as we all mumble the dreary words upon us. Dreary - dreariness - sweet sorrow, beckoning me...I'm entering your tomb, your life... ( Read more... )

Emails. What a great email I received this morning. It was labeled pathetic by it’s writer, but… I know pathetic and this wasn’t even close. Thank you email author. I’m sore. I chased a dog. And that made me sore? Must be out of shape. Hmmm, I think I can cope with that fact. Someday, never mind, how about I just stop chasing dogs? Sounds ( Read more... )