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Friday, December 17, 2004


   they're killing machines!
i learned something about myself. i'm scared of cats. really truly frightened. tigers, lions, monkeys? fiiiine. no prob. but house cats? fill me with fear. i always thought i just didn't like them, but i'm actually afraid. see, i went to my friend's house and she was all 'wook at my wittle kitty! ain't he kyoot?!' and then she handed me the thing. it's eyes are barely open, it's that small. and the whole time i'm holding it away from my body like it's a bomb, yelling at bri to take it back before it attacks me. wierd, eh? well, i don't care. the thing had CLAWS. needle sharp claws... ::shudder:: i think aunt martha's (yes, most stereotypical aunt name ever) cat and then my cousins' cat traumatized me. first prissy mae (aunt's), hisses at everything that moves and STILL HAS ITS CLAWS. it also swam in the toilet. and thomas (the cousins') also has claws and scratches people for no reason. gah, i like dogs. nice and furry and predictable.
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