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i had to change the title because it was trippin' me up
*author's note: stop laughing, lisa. i really did have to change it. i couldn't breathe. :)
heh.
April Fool.
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i crack myself up.
i know none of you believed that when you clicked it.
*see author's note.
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well, i'm going to have to do it.
shopping.
gah. and i'd better get it out of the way early. then it's on to the household maintenance (to include laundry and trash detail) in between running this little hairball outside to do his Important Business.
he didn't like the thunderboomers last night, and when the tornado siren went off he really freaked. he also doesn't like to poop in the rain, and he's intimidated when the little shi-tzu next door is out there, and he can't poop when that dog is looking. or barking. i guess it crawls back up or something.
what do i know, i'm a cat person.
okay, so he snuggled a bit when the siren was going off. that was a one-time thing, and in no way indicates any kind of bonding, or affection, or anything like that. he may be worm-free, but he's still just a pooping hairball.
that's my story and i'm sticking to it.
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i have GOT to find my camera. he's getting big, and sometimes when he's jumping around and beating the hell out of his teddy bear he cracks me up. and, out in the yard, he jumps just like a little cracked-out rabbit. it's the funniest thing.
there's a big black dog (i think it might be part lab) that hangs out (i guess his owners don't know about the leash law, and there's a whole pack of dogs that hang out in the field next to the hotel) and although he seems like a nice dog, he scares me. when Bubba bops around the grass looking just like a rabbit, i have these horrifying visions of this black dog leaping on him just as if he were a rabbit. i figure he can smell the difference, but still.
Bubba barely weighs two pounds. just a little snack.
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slow start this morning (it was a rough night.) thunderboomers for much of it (which always unsettles me) and my knee is bugging me. the hamsters were having a FIELD day, little bastards (OH! HOW I HATE THEM!)
i called the person last night Gem told me about who has the extended stay facility and is looking for a manager. left a message (because you know how much i love the phone) and then pondered the whole thing for a bit. i mean, it's pretty cool when they come and look for *YOU*....but....and then one part of this chilled me a bit: i was told i *COULD* qualify for benefits.
what does that mean? i could? what arcane rituals and sacrifices are required to qualify? how much of my soul do i have to barter in order to reach the Holy Grail of Medical Benefits? is it worth it? because in all honesty, the stress at that place was killing me, and i'm not even close to kidding. i cannot believe how nice it is to go through a day and not feel like i have to urp every second. how nice it is to not worry about running for the bathroom, how nice it is not to worry about self-cannibalization.
i'm broke. i'm scared. i'm worried about several people who apparently have forgotten how to communicate in this day and age (gods rot every one of them) and the handle on this life is slick with sweat and i'm tired. but it is 100% better than working for those phucktards, and PLEASE UNIVERSE, don't ever make me do it again.
now... BEGONE, DAMNED RODENTS.
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all righty then. i'm off and running (well, not actually *running*, i don't run unless someone big and ugly's chasing me, and then it depends on how ugly. heh) and hopefully by this afternoon i'll be good to go.
now, where i'm going....that's the $64,000 question, isn't it?
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
heh.
April Fool.
****
i crack myself up.
i know none of you believed that when you clicked it.
*see author's note.
****
well, i'm going to have to do it.
shopping.
gah. and i'd better get it out of the way early. then it's on to the household maintenance (to include laundry and trash detail) in between running this little hairball outside to do his Important Business.
he didn't like the thunderboomers last night, and when the tornado siren went off he really freaked. he also doesn't like to poop in the rain, and he's intimidated when the little shi-tzu next door is out there, and he can't poop when that dog is looking. or barking. i guess it crawls back up or something.
what do i know, i'm a cat person.
okay, so he snuggled a bit when the siren was going off. that was a one-time thing, and in no way indicates any kind of bonding, or affection, or anything like that. he may be worm-free, but he's still just a pooping hairball.
that's my story and i'm sticking to it.
****
i have GOT to find my camera. he's getting big, and sometimes when he's jumping around and beating the hell out of his teddy bear he cracks me up. and, out in the yard, he jumps just like a little cracked-out rabbit. it's the funniest thing.
there's a big black dog (i think it might be part lab) that hangs out (i guess his owners don't know about the leash law, and there's a whole pack of dogs that hang out in the field next to the hotel) and although he seems like a nice dog, he scares me. when Bubba bops around the grass looking just like a rabbit, i have these horrifying visions of this black dog leaping on him just as if he were a rabbit. i figure he can smell the difference, but still.
Bubba barely weighs two pounds. just a little snack.
****
slow start this morning (it was a rough night.) thunderboomers for much of it (which always unsettles me) and my knee is bugging me. the hamsters were having a FIELD day, little bastards (OH! HOW I HATE THEM!)
i called the person last night Gem told me about who has the extended stay facility and is looking for a manager. left a message (because you know how much i love the phone) and then pondered the whole thing for a bit. i mean, it's pretty cool when they come and look for *YOU*....but....and then one part of this chilled me a bit: i was told i *COULD* qualify for benefits.
what does that mean? i could? what arcane rituals and sacrifices are required to qualify? how much of my soul do i have to barter in order to reach the Holy Grail of Medical Benefits? is it worth it? because in all honesty, the stress at that place was killing me, and i'm not even close to kidding. i cannot believe how nice it is to go through a day and not feel like i have to urp every second. how nice it is to not worry about running for the bathroom, how nice it is not to worry about self-cannibalization.
i'm broke. i'm scared. i'm worried about several people who apparently have forgotten how to communicate in this day and age (gods rot every one of them) and the handle on this life is slick with sweat and i'm tired. but it is 100% better than working for those phucktards, and PLEASE UNIVERSE, don't ever make me do it again.
now... BEGONE, DAMNED RODENTS.
****
all righty then. i'm off and running (well, not actually *running*, i don't run unless someone big and ugly's chasing me, and then it depends on how ugly. heh) and hopefully by this afternoon i'll be good to go.
now, where i'm going....that's the $64,000 question, isn't it?
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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