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[Aug. 21st, 2003|12:40 pm] |
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Squibb is sitting on the corner of the bed talking to herself quite loudly. She seems to do that a lot. She makes little squibbing noises chirps and "vroooots" and whatnot. No purring though. I haven't heard her purr in quite a lot time. Maybe it's because she's an evil bitch.
Pete will be arriving here in a few hours and I think I am doing a marvelous job pretending like I don't care. Yes, my word for the day is "aloof" and that is what I'm being.
"Is Pete arriving today?" you ask
"I dunno...whatevah." I say.
see how that works? I drew on my hand with pen last night because I was trying to distract myself from itching the misquito bite behind my left ear that I got from one of the bugs in Justin's car. I've noticed that when we get into Justin's car, there is almost always one misquito that flies in there with us. So either the misquito is the mascot of Justin's car and it HAS to be there...or Justin is secretly the misquito king and his loyal minions just want to follow and be closer to their evil leader.
I need to clean and wash my sheets and air out my bedroom a bit and spray Squibb's magical space-aged poop palace down with things that will neutralize the wicked stench that's wafting out of there. I swear that cat shits more than she needs to, I mean...she's not a huge cat. It's not like she eats that much...or maybe she does. Stupid whore.
I think I might go drink PIbb for breakfast. I'm making Jambalaya for dinner this evening for Pete and myself and Jonathan and Justin (and Alan if he gets his ass back into town at a decent time). Yeah...you're all jealous.
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