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i'm sensing a theme here....

so as i finished up recording Sci Fi Friday for bikko should he want it (and me so i can watch it later like the dork i am), i turned off the lights and television and went to go upstairs to my giant cloud bed. i turn around and take a step.. and searing pain flashes as i feel something pop through my skin in the sensitive area between my middle toes. i reach down, cursing under my breath, to find the offending... thing. nothing in my foot. i feel around on the carpet and i find a straight pin who's head had been entangled into the carpet so that it stuck straight up. mrr? i don't remember any one playing with straight pins anytime recently - my bridesmaids dress still DESPERATELY needs hemmed (unless i wear 4" plats to the wedding. ha.), but we haven't worked on that yet. how could i have missed it, sitting right next to my desk chair, where i walk every day? it's beyond me.

so i go to bed, where i dream of someone that i haven't seen in a LONG time that i had a mini crush on became my manager. he worked his hiney off, would never delegate anything to me or anyone else, and whenever i would try to take initiative on something (something i'm constantly doing RL), he would take over because i wasn't fast enough. i was worried that he would wear himself out, but the whole thing began to annoy me. (was neat because in my dream, OfficeMax was outside in a garden filled with weird nostalgic things... old yellowed curtains hanging off of a tree branch.. dolls set up next to a wagon by a bush... after waking up and replying to a post in asillittle's journal, i think it may have symbolized mostly that although i'm confident in my abilities and who i am, i would never add up to what he needs or wants to be an integral part of his life.

anyhoo, so i wake up and come downstairs. Bacci is being oddly... clingy... for once, so as a friend, i pick up her ball and throw it. she barrels around the corner to fetch it. unfortunately, i'm standing perfectly at the turn in the road, so she reaches my foot... and pushes off with her hindleg with all her might. i swear, i could almost HEAR the skin rip. (i know i certainly felt it.) i scream (not at her, it wasn't HER fault. i'm the dummy.) and go into the kitchen to stubbornly finish making my coffee. coming back into the living room, i showed andrea the blood pooling on the top of my foot, then grumble some more as i go to sit down.

which is when i walk past the scratching post and slam my pinky toe into the corner.

i almost cried. i had tears in my eyes, i did. i think i yelled something like "HOLY FUCK! IF THIS IS HOW THE DAY IS GOING TO BEGIN, IT CAN -JUST - STOP!"

and now Bacci is insane.

*sharpening her claws on the couch*
andrea: BACCI, STOP!
*bacci stops and lays down innocently on the back of the couch*
andrea: if she would just beHAVE!
*bacci immediately hops up and hops into the shoe box full of wedding invitations*
*bacci hops to the floor and walks over to me*
*i reach my hand down to her*
*Botch rubs her head against my hand lovingly*
*i turn to go back to making my post*
*Bacci attacks my arm full force for a nanosecond and runs away*

what happened to the loveable, clingy ho that we woke up to this morning?


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Jul. 16th, 2005 05:46 pm (UTC)
Oct. 8th, 2005 02:37 am (UTC)
the kitten we all know and love.
Jul. 16th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)
*laughing* Sounds like my cats.
Jul. 16th, 2005 07:05 pm (UTC)
Maybe I missed it, but do you have pictures of your cats online?
Jul. 16th, 2005 07:10 pm (UTC)
um, somewhere... this is her in the icon, for one. let me see if i can find some others of her.
Jul. 16th, 2005 07:18 pm (UTC)
oddly, i have almost none on my computer, but here's some as posted in my roommate's journal:

Jul. 16th, 2005 08:29 pm (UTC)
It was a trap to lure you in closer. Cats are sneaky like that.
Feb. 17th, 2006 03:01 am (UTC)
they are. i had seen that icon of yours a gazillion times and hadn't really LOOKED at it. i can so see the botch doing that.

gaw, i love cats.
Jul. 17th, 2005 04:47 am (UTC)
I too recroded all of scifi friday, I was really gald that I had my TV card because I didn't have any tape and it wasn't known to me that I'd be 'working' all day that day. I am really scared abou this season of SG1 I think its make or break time... although since i haven't seen 3 minutes of video of this season yet I really should make assumptions. None the less I am afraid :P
Jan. 19th, 2006 11:05 pm (UTC)
i got lost during this season VERY quickly, and just started downloading and watching all the seasons in order. i am now to the point where i have only 3 episodes left in season 8, and then will be ready to move on to 9 (which i unfortunately have zero episodes on my computer of at the moment. something i need to rectify just as SOON as i'm done bittorrenting *cough*harry potter.) from everything i've heard, it's been a very ... odd.. season, so i was worried about it as well, although i read somewhere that Vala has signed on to be a permanent cast member for season 10, which leads me to believe that there will at LEAST be a season 10.
Jan. 20th, 2006 01:02 am (UTC)
I've been watching what I have of the last season and they have killed it, just killed it. It doesn't seem like a fun nice SG1 anymore it seems like some SCI-Fi channel production... not good. I think its done, they may do other seaons but this horse is long dead!
Nov. 6th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
did they even end up doing a season 10?
Nov. 6th, 2006 02:02 am (UTC)
I have no clue but I bet I could check some sites and ask a friend who is gaga over it too.
Jul. 18th, 2005 06:49 am (UTC)
what happened to the loveable, clingy ho that we woke up to this morning?

Foolish mortal, cats don't have multiple lives, they have multiple personalities!

And they see things we can't too...hence the sudden change from sleepy cat to run-across-all-furniture-in-insane-rush-to-swat-invisible-flies.
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