...Evil-doers of the world unite.... I haven't updated in awhile because everytime I went to update I'd get that annoying "Fuck you loser, you can't update because you're cheap," message. And of course, since I've grown older and started working full time I have lost much of the abundance of patience I had had when I was a young teenager, because you know... teenagers are the most patient people in the world. What? Don't believe me? Try and wait out puberty in your twenties or thirties... see how impatient you'll get. Or I don't know what I'm ranting about. And it's not even a rant. I can't even rant properly. I spent the weekend with my long-distance best-friend who lives a three hr drive from hell away. Hello, now entering HELL. Speaking of hell, I am terribly allergic to cats and it seems everybody I hang out with or am friends with has a fucking cat. I cannot escape these creatures from twittering around my legs. Do they twitter? Is that even a word? *I've lost all my creative writing graduate-ness since I started work. Anyway, his cats played mind games with me. I ended up sleeping on the sofabed(it was a pull-out loveseat to be exact) and one of the cats ended up jumping from arm to arm OVER my head all night. I guess he had the urge to pretend he was a sheep and wanted to help me with my sleep mathematics. Fucking cat. I'm sure he was laughing at me. I could hear him tittering. (Is THAT a word?) And the other cat who APPARENTLY never goes near humans because she's neurotic like Mrs.Kravitz, tried to snuggle in bed with me a half dozen times. Uh NO. I kicked her out each time and come morning she was mewing at me like I was her best buddy. I think cats like me because I ignore them. And because they know it'll piss me off if they rub their dander all over my damn clothes. Hah let's all watch Splinter's eyes bug out red and sneeze her shit out her ass. It's all kinds of funny. Fucking cats. I had much more to complain about, because when I get on a complaint I beat that dead horse til I'm sure no neigh has escaped it's mouth, but my lunch-45-minutes is over. Pathetic.
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