I am THE Caleb. The last one you'll ever want to know...
I will not follow you just because you follow me. If you do not like that then move on.
Let us not talk about anything too serious... I don't want to mess it up for you.
I live in a house that is over a hundred years old in Kansas City, MO.
I write, A LOT, but you will only see bits and pieces.
I LOVE plants and books. My "office" at home is filled with both.
Most of the time I'm moodier than any woman
As much as I try to fight it I will be the ruler of the Universe... Sorry, but it's going to happen.
I am a dreamer and often feel more comfortable in my own mind.
My heroes and the people I look up to are the imaginative creatures in my head.
Lastly I am looking for penpals. If you want to be mine send me an e-mail and I'll send you my address.
calthas@gmail.com
So I was at the vet today. Both of my dogs rabies shot was due and Conner has a skin infection. While I was at the front desk getting checked in this older lady standing there finishing up her transaction begins to talk with me. Being polite I talk back. She tells me about her cat, named Jazzy Poo, because she is a Jazz musician herself and her dead dog. Then out of the blue she reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair and begins to feel it. I froze. I know I probably gave her a go to hell look. I’m sorry we are not friends, who said you could reach out and grab my hair?
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