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[27 Jun 2021|07:11pm] |
"Do you ever get those voice mails where someone says "Hello?", and there's a long pause, so you think you're talking to an actual person. Then you start talking, and after about two seconds you hear, "Leave a message.” I hate that!"
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[03 Aug 2011|07:16pm] |
So. Hung. Over.
Pity me in my self-subjected misery.
Hell of a good night, though.
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[20 Jul 2011|11:33pm] |
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So, after the wonderfully catastrophic shenanigans from Monday I've spent the past two nights reaffirming my relationship with the body-shaped groove planted in my office couch from my short stint as Director. Apparently I just can't quit it. God, when was the last time I had a date, or even went out. I would appreciate it if the world would decide whether or not it's ending instead of just pummeling my sanity and social life to nonexistence first.
I need a drink (or ten), at least one day off, a full body massage I'll settle for getting laid, and to finally eat something that didn't originate from a cardboard box (and could I sleep at home for one night? Just one night??). If there's someone out there with the ability to put reality on hold for a little while, throw a guy a bone, will ya?
Also, someone slammed my tail in a door today. Good times.
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[03 Jul 2011|02:02pm] |
Let me start off by firmly stating that despite my extra appendage (as some consider that to be factor for some especially ignorant reason) I am in no way a fan of cats. I am, however, a fan of not letting little balls of fluff make a gory mess in front of my apartment building because they aren't big or fast enough to ward off the neighbor's bloodthirsty hell hound whenever it gets out of its yard. This little guy's been whining (mewling, whatever) from the bushes next to our front stairs for two days.
So, I have a temporary roommate who's been hogging my (Very. Expensive.) luxury plush comforter for the past day and a half (he's probably getting ringworm all over it. Ick. Though on the bright side he's eating through those few cans of tuna I had taking up space in the cabinet. Why the hell did I have tuna anyway?). After the holiday I'm going to take him to the animal shelter and be done with it.
....in the meantime I've named him Watson. He doesn't seem to care.
I should probably raid Google to see what cats are supposed to eat...
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