"shesofsdonkeywhoshkowersnooo! Whosfdstotwekdsnvnxkmmmmmm. Mofdsrtldfsjdfksltjsitsdnvcnvklxfkld!"3:09 p.m. - 2003-04-22
God... I just had the best stretch. Ooooo... stretch... **drooling moan... or is it moaning drool?**
So. I have been bitching myself out to 12% beer. I am their whore. Seriously... I've been up since noon, and other than brief stints spent checking my e-mail and getting chow, I have been reading one and then another. And another. I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact that I have both homework that I should get out of the way, and a test on friday that I should at least do the study guide for so I don't end up rush-highlighting everything the day before the test. I'm a big fan of the rush-highlight. Do that a lot. Yep.
In other news, I briefly amused myself today by mumbling at my cat. That's right. My life is a rollercoaster ride full of mumbling, and... um... cats. Don'tcha wish you were me? So, my cat had his scrumptious lunch of cat chow. I went to my room to let him out (he eats in my room because he doesn't eat as fast as the other furry pigs that inhabit this house, and he isn't viscious enough to defend his food from said pigs, so we just keep the door closed.), and he did his normal oh-so-happy-to-see-you/you-remembered-me dance. Now, because it amuses me, I normally pretend not to see him, and I'm all like *serious tone* "Where's Ben? I could swear that he was in here, but he isn't around! Where could he be?" (see, apparently I was a village idiot in a former life, and I spent all of my time playing peek-a-boo with the village's two year olds while their parents were out... uh, pulling turnips or whatever the hell peasants did back in the day) And, you know, Ben is walking around in circles around my legs, and nuzzling me (but I don't notice him in my concern over his location). Then I walk over to my bed and sit down, whereupon he jumps up and I magically notice him! *cooing at cat tone* "Ben! Oh, I was so worried! I'm so glad you are okay!" and various other blather, while scratching his ears, and ruffling his fur. And he purrs ever so happily, and nuzzles my hands with the cold wet nose. Is there any way to tell a cat story without sounding like a brain-dead moron? I have concluded.... no. But anyway, on to the story. So, going back to the original story, today I went in my room to let him out, and did the whole normal routine... but I didn't say a word the whole time. Instead it was *serious tone* "Mheweresahra? Meh, dehmnedhseulfnehec ksnostseee. Moohoerwersfldfkh toutowjfdnsvcxkvc!" Sits on bed. Ben jumps up. *cooing tone* "shesofsdonkeywhoskower snooo! Whosfdstotwekdsn vnxkmmmmmm. Mofdsrtldfsjdfksltjsi tsdnvcnvklxfkld!" It was more amusing to me, though, for some reason. Because all the words were all mushy and smmmmmmmalslk and such. If only you could hear it. I'm sure you are mourning the lack of sound effects as you read.
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