:)

Haha.

My State of Confusion Leads Me To Believe I Am An Angry Gumball.

I got an e-mail today about a young deaf/underweight dog in need of a home. E-mails like that always bum me out because I don't have a home I can open to needy animals. These sort of e-mails and such always lead me to deep contemplations about the world...
I don't understand people sometimes. I look around and I see animals suffering, and it's almost like the other people around are just walking by and ignoring it. Like it's not even happening right in front of them. I wonder and I try to disect people's actions and displays of emotions and I just get more confused. I am just astonished by people who would think so highly of themselves that they deserve to wear the fur or skin of the 50+ animals who must be killed for one fur coat or leather jacket. It makes me want to scream watching people be so selfish and so cruel as to WANT for so much, and be willing to condone such horrible things to get what they want. Not out of necessity, but out of WANT. Why is a simple life that harms none who are living not enough?...
Why must innocent animals continue to be the victims of our greed and vanity? Nothing makes me more angry than to see a Jennifer Lopez or Beyonce-type parading around in rear and exotic animal furs. They have all the money in the world, and they still need to condone the torture of helpless animals who have no chance or means to beg for mercy, to make them a coat they can add to their collection of hundreds of pieces of clothing. Animals are thrown in tiny boxes and gassed, analy electrocuted while being forced to bite on a piece of metal as they are fried from the inside out so their fur won't be damaged, and kept and bred in tiny cages in harsh conditions. There's nothing I'd like more than to watch a Jennifer Lopez-type walk around a fur farm and watch them make her a fur coat. Or for that matter, watch ANYONE walk through a slaughterhouse or factory farm and be able to eat meat again. There's a reason they don't build factory farms and slaughterhouses in our neighborhoods, and with the widespread of animal abuse in the factory farmind industry; they have PLENTY they don't want us to bare witness to or know about.
Maybe I just don't understand, having been an animal lover since the days when I was just a wee little hippie, the necessity of always wanting more than what is necessary to survive. It's never the fur coat, the steak on the dinner table, or the pure bred dog that bring a real smile to anyone's life, yet animals suffer and die horrible deaths to bring momentary gratification to our lives. Yet we hardly remember a one of many pieces of flesh consumed from the dinner table, or a fur coat worn in the cold, or caring about our pets simply because they are pure bred, as if that is something that makes them more capable of being loyal companion animals. I certainly can't imagine why dogs are being bred and sold "pure" when thousands of dogs are euthanized daily to make room for more dogs from puppy mills and the pet stores who buy them. When does the value of a life outweigh the value of a dollar?
Yeah, I go to all these protests, write letters and make phone calls and people think it's a waste of time, but who will speak for those that are suffering at our hands, if we all go home and shut up? Who will there be to fight for the end of the cruel treatment and infliction of pain on innocent animals?
I refuse to believe that people are just so cruel they don't care. I cling to the hope they are ignorant only out of fear of the truth, because the truth is never as beautiful as the mask shielding it from our eyes.

*Sigh*

Confused.
I think this may not be solid ground.
Not a road that leads to a place I can be safe.
I think I should slow down, and take a look around.
This may just be another cliff.
The next step could be the one that has no ground under it.
Just don't know if it's safe to come out from behind these walls.
Just don't know if I can conquer this insecurity inside me.
Need reassurance, but I don't know what will make it okay.
That's why I am the IDon'tKnowGirl.
Because I don't know...

(The above cartoon is from Jeff Thomas' Pon and Zi cartoons)

The Furry Gumball.

I miss you today.
Without you I am a lonely gumball.
I like your hugs and your kisses.
I am the insecure PEZ dispenser.
You are the security guard who makes me smile.
I am the scared little sleeper.
You are my furry blanket.
I am the randomly laughing alphabet.
You are my X's and O's.
I am the quietly sad IJustDon'tKnowGirl.
You are the kiss in my ear :)
You are furry, I am a gumball.
We are the furry gumball.
You are many things all at once Furry Greg...

It's That Time Again!

Merry Christmas and Let's Hope for Peace and Love!

The Answer Is Always X's And O's.

Hugs.

You know how when something makes you sad everyone you know is like "It's going to be alright..." Well sometimes you just need a hug. A hug can make everything alright...Less talk, more hugs. I just need a hug...

Untitled.

All beings tremble before violence. All fear death, all love life. See yourself in others. Then whom can you hurt? What harm can you do? - Buddha

Merry Christmas Little Friend!

So we celebrated Roxy's Christmas a little early this year so my Dad could be here when she opens her presents. She was so adorable! She kept trying to get away from the camera, I'm always taking pictures of her! Haha.
"Yummy!" Here's Roxy after eating some ChocoDrops from her stocking.
Here's Roxy after opening one of her presents. (It's a squeaky skunk)

The Quiet After Dinner Surprise.

Anticipation.
Dinner with my parents.
An angry little dog.
Field of many words.
Try to make it work?
Yes, let's.
A quiet surprise.
Cute.
Kisses.
Very cute.
A micro nap.
Kisses standing up.
Haha.
Goodnight.
Tomorrow, call.
Next week...Christmas!
@grin@

His Name Shall Be Shmonkey "Turtle" Guy And He Shall Be My Friend.

"Yay! I've got a name!"

Giving Life To The Moment.

Painted on December 12, 2006

The Story Of A Turtle And A Bunny.

Turtles and Bunnies.
They are special.
They share their mittens and make snow angels.
They also watch Disney movies and laugh.
They laugh a lot.
Bunnies and Turtles are friends for life.
The Bunny hasn't forgotten, and neither has the Turtle.
They remember things only they will ever know.
Because once a Bunny and a Turtle fell in love.
The timing was all wrong, but the crossing of their paths was all right.
And now they stay crossed.
Forever.
Because one is a Turtle and one is a Bunny.
And Turtles and Bunnies never can live without each other...

I Shall Call Him FURRY And He Shall Be "Mine."

Witness To Dark Polo Maulings.

Never be afraid to put your feelings out there.
You're the one I want to hug.

Hahaha.

"When you're not in love, when you don't have love, everybody you know falls in love on like the same day - even Karen the douche bag falls in love! Even retarded people in your neighborhood are getting married on their front lawn as you drive by. The 'tards just got married on their lawn. That's great! I have nobody, and the 'tards just committed to each other for a lifetime of 'tardiness'' ~ Dane Cook

Just funny...

My Heart Is Untamed And I Am Incomplete Still.

Happiness was supposed to stop the repetition.
Why does it not stop the earthquake?
That is how it's supposed to be.
Happy is supposed to stop the sunflowers from wilting.
It didn't stop it.
Something is not where it's supposed to be...

Furry Greg And The Contemplated Running.

I will not run, I will not worry.
I will stay.
I will camp, and I will cuddle.
With him, not without him.
He makes me smile.
So I will not run, and I will not worry.
I will stay.
I will touch his furry face, and I will laugh.
With him, and also at him :)
He's funny.
So I will not run, and I will not worry.
I will stay.
I will kiss him and hug him, and hold him.
Close, and not far from me.
I think we are of the same raindrop.
So I will not run, and I will not worry.
I will stay...

The Rush That Creeps.

Scared.
Afraid of the rush creeping through me.
There is a wave rising over my head.
And maybe I should run just incase I might not remember how to swim.
Swim.
I know how to do that.
Scared a little more.
I just glued myself together, I don't want to fall.
Not from the middle shelf.
Feeling fragile, and there is an earthquake in my world.
I don't know if you can stop me from falling apart.
I don't want to be broken.
So I will wiggle my eyebrows and try to figure you out...

:)

Dear Greg,

You are furry.
I like you.
Haha.

Gabriella