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but the cat was cool, and he never said a mumblin' word... ~ 2001-01-30 - 03:07:31 I'm tired but I haven't written in a few days and I feel like I should... I think I should write a story that starts like this: she turned 28 on the 28th day of the new millennium, and she was wearing disco pants. my mother gave me an insane pair of SHINY IRIDESCENT SILKY PURPLE PANTS ...the kind that grab your eyes and just won't let go. I also got a cd burner, so life is very good. it would be even better if I could free up enough memory on my parents' imac so that I could actually install the software and burn cds. I went out to brunch with my family on my birthday. brunch in disco pants, yeah, baby... then we all went to the humane society and adopted a cat. the perfect cat, the cat that had been waiting for us, the one who reminded us all of a cat we had when I was growing up. he still doesn't have a name... my sister and I think he looks like a max, but it doesn't do anything for my mom. really mom gets final say on the name. cats we have had: charlotte, casey, murphy, hoolio (spelled like that), louis, cheyenne. cats I have had since moving out of this house: zami, zake, simoon, celie, and chance. zami and simoon disappeared, zake and celie died. chance lives with my old housemate, tom. tom says if I come back anytime in the next five years, I can have him back. after that, chance becomes tom's cat. okay, now I'm rambling. did I tell you I'm tired? maybe I'll tell you more about my birthday later, 'cause I'm just about to stop making sense and I have to get up way too fuckin' early for my temp job. yeah, I'm still at the same temp job. they've decided that not only can I keep my tongue ring in, they're gonna give me a raise, too. got to love being a badass. 'night, y'all.
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