Once upon a time there was a cat

This cat owned no hat

So no, this tale is not about the cat in the hat

On the ground was two feet of snow

And the wind was a blow

Someone was a foe

Because over the wind a woman heard a meow

She called her granddaughter and exclaimed "Come here now!"

And aside the house, in the gutter, covered with snow was a cat

The cat with no hat

We brought her inside and warm milk we did make

For her life was at stake

She lived past a week, and then a year, and then ten

She changed a young girls life

And no her name is not Ben

Holy Triology of Heads

This is the life we lead. This life where a moment in a mediocre (at best) movie is watched twice and then paused for a photo shoot. See, we see things... things like a series of matching heads on and off the screen and that causes this undeniable excitement. What could be more miraculous than finding a look a like to our creepy head shaped cookie jar (or whatever the hell it's supposed to be)? Nothing. So we spend our time watching these movies. Bonding, as I suppose we call it now. Vodka, rum, beer, wine, porn, cartoons, family oriented movies. I hate the ends of movies. We watch them for moments that excite us. And when we don't find any, we take a walk in sizzling hail to get sprite for our vodka. Tongue rings? Yes please. Oh great now the gas station man thinks we're lesbians.

I love you

... like I love the beach. Or a good book. Or the beach...

A. Home

Home. Oregon IL. 61061. Home is where my family is. Where the stars are bright and clear. Everyone has an uncle Bubba. Where 98% of the vehicles you see are pick up trucks and everyone knows someone with a plow, tractor, cow, or drug addict mother. Where you go to high school just to have something to do. There's no expectations for college or a life outside of where you grew up. You date your brothers best friend, your ex-boyfriends cousin, or the local cop that everyone's gotten a piece of. You support your friends when they get pregnant at 15, 16, 17, 18..... drop out of college 20, 21, 22. But you always want something better for yourself. You love home, but won't ever look back. I hope they understand.