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Mid November in a pill...

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I decided (thanks to some friends:)) to try and get back to taking photos and playing with them.
I had to install Photoshop back on my computer and try to remember what's what... Far to much for my blond head (although I thought some red hair - artificial intelligence would help...). I forget things so much it is pretty scary.
That's why I got angry at myself when I wasn't ablt to get the photos right, and sharp. This will be visible, but anyway - I promised pics of my cats, so there they are:

This is Kotah - she is the angel one, doesn't bite, doesn't scratch and talks a lot...








This is Moomin - she is the devil one, likes to attack Kotah, scratches me as hell, makes mess and is ver very naughty!








But whatever I say, I still like both my cats. I keep saying that when I am old will have twenty cats. And Ian (from work) says this is good, as people will not be able to tell whether I smell of piss because of the cats then... :left:


Another thing that is happening a lot is Mr Jacek lying in the bed all the time











planning extremely complicated things:











which then on the computer look like that:











Of course this is not the only thing Mr Jacek is doing in his spare time. Second (or maybe first - I am not too sure) most important thing is his drum set, which is abused on daily basis which makes me want to scream and hit him in the head with a metal spoon (of the large variety):

























And then there is me at some point somewhere in the mirror:












And as a last thing - the Christmas Pixie.
To make me feel the magick of Christmas a good month ahead!
















I will put some pictures of the caterpillar soon as well, so you know what I meant.
Have all a good evening!

PS. apologies about the sharpness of these, I need to remind myself how to use the camera :smile: bye

I simply don't understand...

... men.
Or even - only one of them.
I live with this hairy creature and most of the times it's cool and dandy, but sometimes I just can't stand the way he does not get why some things are important.
I am not talking about relationship etc. no no no... this is going to be about SOCKS!

Well - not exactly about sock, but you should get what I mean.
I mean that even thoughhe cooks and we split everything evenly - he still does some things worse. Like hanging laundry, cleacning the house - yes he's good in vacuuming, bleaching etc. but to plan where to put something, so it looks good, to make our house home... I think this is faaaaat too much for him:)

Poor little male. I am of course getting frustrated and I am not able to understand why this is not important to him, quality of life.. I mean - he understands when we need new "machine" (computer, microwave, blender etc.) but understanding why I like getting candle holders, vases, posters, paintings... may be a bit too hard.

What I am getting at is - men are living in a life that can be designed by women. They don't see it comint, they don't see it being done, but they use it to extent and they never understand why we're angry at them when they put CD on a wrong shelf...

We're not together anymore...

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We're apart.

And that makes me feel... calm. I know whatever happens I will be your friend, waiting there to support you and your choices.

And I need to figure out who I am - without you.

Letting go...

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... everyone claims it's relieving (how to spell this damn word??) but nobody said it could be SO painful. I am wondering whether I am trying to feel too much or not feel anything, cause I can't see any bloody difference!

Men.

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I am confused.
All my life I thought that guys, that are "macho" should not be counted as man. I thought that all of these sexist monkeys are just stupid, thinking women should know their place and give birth to children...

I thought I will be happy by being self-sufficient.
On one hand I am.
But on the other... No family to raise... It just does not seem to work for feminist.
What family? How? Men who can live with me prefer to wait and see how I will organize their life. I do not want to be dependent on somebody, but sometimes I would just like to feel safe.
Sometimes everyone feels weak and they need a friendly hand...

Goodnight...
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