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Wednesday, July 10, 2002 - 2:52 p.m. My cat just said prrrr-meow and is now heading for me with that determined look on her face, which means at any minute I will be slimed with a fine, fine Lux-hair sweater. She is aggressive with her loving. When she wants it, she wants it now, fucker. Don't even be thinking of denying her. Cause she's strong. Stronger than your cat, I'm sure of it. Built like a linebacker, this feline. And permanently shocked. I think the world is just not turning out the way she had expected. She appears to be satisfied with pressing my legs into numbness with her body and cramming her head painfully against my wrist. I think I got away easy on this one. So, it's Bobbert's birthday today. Tell him you love him. He lives for that kind of thing. Also, when we were in Michigan my father forced us to watch quite possibly the third-worst movie in the entire known universe, that being Four Weddings and a Funeral. I'm not kidding, folks. This was one godawful spectacle. I'm still woozy. What the hell were the filmmakers possibly thinking, "Can I cram more suckiness into this vehicle? Yes...yes, it appears that I can"? Good God in a box. And lastly, I found out, thanks to the Cadillac-sized mosquitos of the upper peninsula which required me to purchase Caladryl as if my very life depended on it, that apparently poison oak and poison ivy rashes, and I quote, weep. Surely there must be a better word for this. Somehow that disturbs me unduly. Maybe I just need to lie down. Today's randomness will now close. Thank you for your patronage.
-Mlle R
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