- 2002-03-29 22:40:20 I'm not eating that! It gives me the boing-boings!
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2002-03-29 10:26:37
*On seeing my cuticle-stripped, bleeding finger*
Wally: No sympathy! No sympathy for you! -
I am a brat. Spank me.
2002-03-28 08:29:49
Gave vent to a teeth-grinding, jaw-jutting, nose-flaring, sidewalk-scuffing, brow-crumpling, lip-curling, back-of-the-throat growling tantrum today.
I have no idea why. It could because I haven't seen a cat or possum in two weeks. Or maybe it was because I was wearing those irritatingly low socks that leave my ankles naked to the draft coming up my pant legs.
Amizadai: rrrggrrrhhhgaargh
Wally (the boyfriend): What's wrong? What's bothering you?
A: I don't know.
W: Why are you so upset?
A: Don't know.
W: Here, claw me. You'll feel better.
A: No.
W: I'll let you bite me. That always makes you feel better, doesn't it?
A: (ignoring proffered hand) grrrrGRGRGGRAARGGHGHgrrr
W: Um. OK.
I tried to think happy thoughts, but not even the thought of biting my cat made me feel better.
I think I should make it clear at this point that I am by large a very good-natured person. Ok, sadistic, but still a happy person on the whole. Maybe that's the problem - I didn't go through enough angst as a teen, so it all built up and it's now coming out my pores. Well, I do remember throwing the table at my teacher when I was 15, but he AGGRAVATED me. And that was the only incident in my entire life that points to the healthy homicidal teen tendencies. It's obviously not enough rebelliousness/angst/surliness. I was repressed! I was too happy! I didn't develop properly! And now I have to deal with all this pointless, pent up rage! I need expensive therapy! It must be my parents' fault!
So anyway, what I was trying to say is that I am a nice person in general. Except, of course, when people are throwing pointless tantrums. Then I lose my patience and slap them over the head and push them into the drain. But they deserve it, the whiny brats.
But now I'm feeling better. And not because my boyfriend slapped me over the head and pushed me into the drain. He didn't do it. Really.
In fact, my mood was so good after that cathartic tantrum that I came home and started made little chocolate egg packages to hang on my neighbours' doors. Basically each package is a foil-wrapped choc egg swaddled in Softex tissue and strangled with dental floss to hang it off the door knob.
I have to admit that I have no idea what the egg is supposed to mean. My Easters have more to do with symbols of torture and people bleeding and dying horrific deaths. Yes, I am Christian. And yes, I am going to church tomorrow.
It’s 3.30 am. I should go to sleep.
- 2002-03-27 21:21:32 Hey! I've got a bicep! Oh wait, actually it feels more like a cancerous lump...
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I was so inspired by hobbits that I started to wear three quarter pants all the time! ~ Stefanie
2002-03-27 18:27:41
It's 1pm. Other people have been through half a day; had breakfast AND lunch, vaccumed their rooms, gone out to market and come back, and I have just gotten out of bed.
I'm having a holiday. :)
Anyway, go tease a rabbit with your cursor.
http://www.esu.lt/andrius/10/go.htm
If the rabbit catches the cursor you can shake it till he lets go. The animation is superb.
Oh, by the way, the urge to niggle for dental scraps disappeared during the night. Thank God.
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