CASIE STEWART
THIS IS MY LIFE • BLOG EST. 2005

Give Climate a Chance

Give Climate a Chance

I watched this ad and could not help but be touched by it.I saw it on Moby’s blog, he writes alot. It makes me feel sad more than anything to think about the polar bears and how it affects them and there is nothing that THEY can actually do. We have to. Will we be able to save them from becoming extinct?I believe that fighting Global Warming is extremely important. Here is a link to an article on theEnvironmental Defense Fund site about ‘Global Warming Myths and Facts‘. I found it to be quite interesting, including the PDF with all the signatures form the Gleneagles G8 Summit in 2005.

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my friend has a beautiful voice

my friend has a beautiful voice

i’m going to see her thursday october 308:30 back room cameron house if you go to her site you can hear her singi am listening to her as i write thisher voice enters my ears as a soundfills my head as a songmoves through me like musicand comes to youfrom the very tip of my fingersthe internet is fun. sharing is fun.connecting to each other is also very fun.if you are around of looking for somethingcome thursday and we will enjoy it together …maybe i’ll have my zombie on since it’s devils night too ♥

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Its Friday and the only thought on my mind right now is this…

Its Friday and the only thought on my mind right now is this…

I drew it for you to see my thoughts.

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Sexy Fucking Shit Vic.

Sexy Fucking Shit Vic.

Miss Posh scored the Bridal cover of Indian Vogue this month. She’s so fucking hot man. The hairpiece is nice in the photo. I think she could have had some more jewels, makeup & cultural accessories. She is a bride after all. I wonder if she had any henna on her hands? That’s my favorite! My friend from work got engaged and she had the most beautiful ring ceremony in Indian with all the accessories. This a lovely photo of her:

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Gotcha.

Gotcha.

Something spooky was happening last night…Big spiders triumphant in the night crawling, creeping across the corridor on the crackling floor . I grasped my gadget and gladly grabbed the little bugger as he danced along my arm trying to get higher. I would not let him. I refused to have him in my head. I refused to let anyone knock me dead. His little legs dangled and danced as I tossed him into the night sky. What flight may take him soaring high? It is the wind. It is the moon. Little spider, I will see you soon. I love tattoos. Especially stick on ones.

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