Chit Chat 6

[Yvonne]

Starbucks??? Well, then I'll have to ask my daughter where there is a Starbucks here but I have serious doubts that the mocha will still be hot when it finally arrives in your paws....
Okay, I am off to bed...Good night all....

[EscapeGirl]

I'll microwave it. *wishes I had a Starbucks right here in the chat and a friendly barista to help*

Goodnight!

[Yvonne]

I wish there was a Starbucks right here in the chat too so that I can taste the coffee without having to travel for it...

[Yorick]

Christmas can wait, I'm only watching the skies!


Wait, that's not right...
I'm feeling much to happy to harm one of my turkey brethren/sistren anytime soon. And besides that, I don't get very hungry- and can keep it at bay most times.


There you go, extremely brief expository dump about yours truly.

[EscapeGirl]

@Yvonne....If you ever come out here to visit me, I'll buy you a nice mocha. Delicious! Did you notice in those pics on my FB where I posted a group of us girls, we were all holding Starbucks? We're addicts.

@Yorick......The SKIES!?! *ducks and covers* But....but....why? *puts on tinfoil hat*

Ah, well, in that case I will go ahead and give you some tasty bread and water. I wish I could keep hunger at bay as I'd like to lose a few pounds. No turkey for this cat then, huh?

Gotta love learning more about our Yorick.

[Yvonne]

If I remember correctly, it is with a lot of milk in it, isn't it?? I don't like milk in my coffee...but if that is the only way to get to you with a good excuse, I will drink all the milk in the world...

[Yorick]

I keep dreaming about empty places. Beautiful, faraway scenery and landscapes and architecture, completely devoid of self-aware existence. It strikes me deep, and I feel as though these places are not from within myself, but significant. Is it something long forgotten...? Or something that comes later....? perhaps something that is now for some, and still to come for others?If I ever go there, will I be forever separated from everyone else?

One has to wonder.

My dreams are me, my feelings, my hopes, my fears even. What I love, portrayed perhaps by what I am, or by what I cannot reach. Maybe what I am is what I know- all I know, or what I see myself as. What I've not yet accepted is nowhere, even if who or what I've become is soon to be me. An asinine attempt to wish something away by suspending disbelief, believable or not. My fears may unfold, slowly building until they blot out everything, not to be ignored. I never confront them. I merely awaken, disbelief dropped like a hammer. Sometimes I regret it. I may loose something forever by running away. I have in fact, several times. It's wearing on me, bearing down to spell out all the misery I've made for myself.

Kind of crushing, really.

I have no words left to speak. Time to go hunting.

[Yvonne]

Wow....
Happy hunting....

[old biker]

you'll go wherever life takes you Yorick ,that's destiny. Hope you will realize you're being when you come those places...
the world is yours...

[MsInterpret]

I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe Xmas!!!!

[Yvonne]

[Yorick]

Is everyone busy spending time with family then?

[Yvonne]

Just with the ones living under my roof...

[Yorick]

I asked Santa for a new family again. I don't know why though, the ones I've got are fine enough as it is.

I guess the more the merrier. Supposedly. Perchance.

[Yvonne]