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Friday September 6, 2002 - 1:09 p.m. Holly came from Miami Fla, you know. Just so you know. Anyway, I've become obsessed lately with finding a new comforter for my bed. I'm not exactly sure why, other than I feel that the one I have is sort of...tiresome. Is it possible for a comforter to tiresome? Isn't it supposed to be comforting? My point in telling you this is that I absolutely cannot believe the frighteningly high level of suck you can find out there claiming to be comforters. Am I required to lay an abomination down on top of my bed and like it? I mean, where do you find decent comforters? If you know, please, for the love of God, tell me. Because I just can't take this parade of bad taste any more. Good God in a box. I'd take a bedspread, even. Perhaps a quilt, if it wasn't too...you know, quilt-like. Just something I can pull over me and not feel compelled to purge the contents of my stomach. Really. You have no idea. In other news, I took my cat to the vet yesterday and that was fun. Turns out that she has some sort of intestinal problem that causes her to vomit the most horrifying hairballs in creation and additionally requires me to hold her down and force a syringe of some kind of foul, slimy brown substance into her throat. There is a lot of yowling, swearing, escaping, recapture, bloodshed, flying brown substance and, ultimately, empty triumph in the mornings around my house nowadays. This...is my life. Really? Hmmm. Anyone got some hot cocoa? I need soothing.
-Mlle R
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