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The Fucking Cat feels that it is his inalienable right, as a cat, to be petted. Whenever he wants, for as long as he wants. When the lovin' stops, he reacts with violence. He's been particularly needy yesterday and today; this morning (whilst I was still in bed!) the fucker bit my hand, and when I threw my arm up to toss him off the bed, he grabbed onto my arm and ripped it up. Fucker. At least he knew enough to run.

He messed up my mom's hand on Sunday, too. She was just trying to be nice to him.

I also have a big blackandblue mark on my left forearm. It's pretty big, and was a little swollen, even! I don't know where it came from. And I got a few bruises on my knee, and a HUGE one on my right thigh (the size of a half-dollar, and a lovely dark violet,) presumably at the Bachelorette Party. I don't remember it happening, but that doesn't surprise me much. I was pretty toasted.

On Saturday, before the Bachelorette Party, I went to Michelle's sister's graduation party. All of her grandma's and great-aunts remembered me and gave me kisses. Later in the evening was Gina's big night out, organized largely by Kelly. It was so much better than I had imagined, and I had imagined it being a pretty good time. I think the secret was that we all embraced the Cheese of the night, instead of acting like we were too good for it. Man, but the club? A total donut-fest! To any single boys in the area, I recommend Polly Esther's. Lots of drunk Bachelorette Party girls. Ooh, and a cute shotgirl. I had three bodyshots that evening, one from a guy, and two from the shotgirl. It occurred to me that while we would have had little interest in witnessing the Bachelor Party, the Bachelorette Party was hot.

Am I allowed to say all that stuff? Yes, right?

And Saturday is the wedding. I bought my outfit last night; the other week I mentioned to Hal that I didn't have a dress yet, and he said "make sure to get something comfortable." Comfortable! I was sure he was going to say "slutty"! So I ended up getting a top and a skirt last night, which is nice, because I'll look good (probably not as good as Tami, though, grumble), but I'll be able to wear the shit again.

I love Express. It's my favorite store. I hadn't been in there in months (it's dangerous), but I went in there and didn't like a LOT of the stuff. And still found an outfit I loved. Sweet.

I went to get nail polish to match the top, and it was TEN DOLLARS! Fuck that noise.

Oh, on Sunday my mom and I went to Batsto Village. It's HISTORICAL. I was really glad we went; and that's funny, because it's exactly the sort of thing my parents would drag my brother and I to when we were little. My mom and dad later claimed that they had dragged us to Batsto Village when we were little (I didn't remember it). And here I am, a twenty-four-year-old hipster, and I'm INITIATING this field trip! Awesome! I learned about spinning wheels.

My mom and I are going to open a llama farm. Want in? Send me an email.

I bought a new cell phone last week, and it made me FAR more happy than a material object should be capable of making me. Oh well! And I can't get enough of the ring tone. I can't get enough of the ring tone. It makes the geek in me happy -- nay, elated. Giddy. Swoon.

I've been spending way too much money this month. The phone, the outfit, the numerous parties . . . and then I spend like eight million dollars via online shopping for stuff I don't really need. Also I've been running my air conditioners all day. Guh. This shit is going to catch up with me, I know it.

Did I tell you that last week I designed a Stormwater Management System? I did. I'm quite proud of myself. See, that makes me happy, and satisfied with my job. I started with a grading plan, and I drew the drainage divide lines, and designed all the inlets and pipes. I've done all the parts before, but this one I got to do myself from start to finish. Work is good when it's like this. Or when I'm getting props for all those trees I did those months ago: people keep coming back from the site and saying "I don't know how you did all that!" So I think I might stick around? I'm considering signing another year lease at my apartment. Another whole YEAR! What committment! Committment makes me uncomfortable.



( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 16th, 2002 06:19 am (UTC)
B4T$T0 VILL@G3 OWNZ J00!!!1


Man, I love that place. I went there a lot when I was a kid. I can't believe how tiny it seems now; I still picture it as this vast place trapped in time. It's actually pretty lame, I guess. They used to have a lot of animals there and stuff; now it's pretty empty and quiet. Still, I'm glad you got to go.
Jul. 16th, 2002 07:16 am (UTC)
Are you telling me that somebody has actually agreed to marry Hal? After all his anti-women statements? Wow.
Jul. 16th, 2002 12:28 pm (UTC)
it's a shotgun wedding. hal's pregnant.
Jul. 16th, 2002 12:38 pm (UTC)
don't start...

she and i have been together for about 7 years, now. eat it.
Jul. 16th, 2002 01:38 pm (UTC)
Fuck yeah.

and step the fuck off.
Jul. 16th, 2002 02:47 pm (UTC)
Calm down, Bridezilla. I'm 'stepping off', just don't kill me.
Jul. 16th, 2002 02:49 pm (UTC)
Also, that comment is super-funny coming from an icon of a butterfly.
Jul. 16th, 2002 03:26 pm (UTC)
"Bridezilla"...I thought that name was reserved for you in all of your wedding pictures.

Oh, and sorry that I don't try to convince the world how hardcore I am with the use of a simple icon.

Jul. 16th, 2002 03:54 pm (UTC)
Yes, go on and make fun of my ruined wedding pictures, but at least mine weren't tainted by the presence of a fat, slovenly groom. That's a bit harder to fix in photoshop, my dear.

Of course, you didn't convince the world of how hardcore you are with your butterfly icon, just how...generic and boring your tastes are.

But seriously, good luck on your upcoming nuptials. I look forward to watching you and Hal on Jerry Springer.
Jul. 16th, 2002 04:06 pm (UTC)
Ahh, I have found your weakness, and you don't even know it yet. It's so sad.

Thank you for the good wishes, but they really aren't necessary. We'll be just fine without your positive support.
Jul. 16th, 2002 07:31 pm (UTC)
Yes, ruined pictures are my weakness, I posted a giant entry about it, Master Mind.

Jul. 17th, 2002 08:40 am (UTC)
I was talking about your compulsion to get the last word - not the pictures.
Jul. 16th, 2002 08:03 am (UTC)
I totally know what you are talking about with Express, dude. I used to adore that place, and this summer, the clothes just seemed to SUCK. I decided they hired a new buyer that is the worst buyer in the world. They are basing the entire store on tank-tops with built in bras, and while I love those, you can get them everywhere! Everything is this royal-blue color that does NOT look good with black, and that is essential.

...but I went in there during the sale and found a tight red lace thing and a short white skirt, and bought them anyway. BUT THEY WERE THE ONLY ONES!
Jul. 16th, 2002 10:02 am (UTC)
It is so hard for me not to go out and buy a whole new great outfit for the wedding, but I seriously can't afford it right now, and I seriously don't need it. I have a huge collection of great clothes that most people don't see, so I'll find something.

Also - Express.... EWWWWW!

I hate that store. The end.
Jul. 16th, 2002 12:50 pm (UTC)
Rock on, you rockin' story-writin' rocker.
Jul. 16th, 2002 03:55 pm (UTC)
I just saw a bunch of llamas today at the safari at Great Adventure and started singing the song 'Me and My Llama' from Sesame Street which totally made me ask for a llama for my birthday when I was little because I thought the girl on Sesame Street with the pet llama was so cool. So, if you start a llama farm can I be in? I could take my llama and go to the dentist and I would be so cool just like the little girl on Sesame Street. 'Me and my llama...jumped out of our pajamas...and ran off to the dentist today...'!
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