Diva
04-05-02, 12:57PM
Somebody Stole My Weekend!
I know it was there one minute. I blinked and it's gone. Call the cops! Hi Squelch. Happy? That's a stupid question. My hand is killing me. My doctor is sending me to an Orthopedic Hand surgeon. Fuck! But seven weeks of this is too much. I thought I was going to get my Adult site finished and up. [Silence] I managed to get one page done. [I will update with the finalized version later. By done I mean it's on the server, just not put together]. Damn. This sucks. don't you hate when you can't blame some horrible accident or illness on the fact that you did shit the whole weekend? I almost feel like surfing the obituaries for an excuse. 'Oh my G-d! Hesterly Finkelstein died!?!?!? I'm crushed! I must mourn! But i can't take off of work... Lets just dedicate this weekend to him and call it even. Huh? He wasn't dead yet? Fuck off. I'm psychic.
You Know You're An Animal Person When You Talk To Your Fish
The worst part was that it bubbled back like it understood. It's a trajedy when I lose a fish. Not burial at sea playing taps... But I do hum while I flush. My friends get mad because I care more about animals than people sometimes. My theory... You put a dog on the airport loading dock.. point to the cage and then the plane... If you see fur in the dust you're lucky. That dog's not an idiot. Tell a person their ass is being shoved in a cage while you're sticking them in the ass with a tranquilizer, and that the chance of survival is minus compared to the 1% chance their 'owner' has.. How well would that go over? We cut down trees, flatten mountains, slap some tar for the road, and then expect the animals to just move back and cohabitate in a third of their space. Explain road-kill to them. They didn't have a choice. So, yeah... I feel for the animal. If a person makes a decision to purchase a pet, it's a living thing. It's their responsibility to take care of that thing.
I can watch any slasher movie and cheer. Kill the animal, the movie's ruined. I can't expain it. The teenie boppers are usually doing something that they shouldn't be doing. It's the writer's way of saying, "See? Bad kids. They should be punished. Five fingers with razor sharp claws outta do the trick." We nod gleefully as one by one, those bad assed teenie boppers get their just deserts. Think back to any slasher flick.. When there was an animal involved... When did the audience cheer louder? When goodie two shoes virgin eviscerated the boogie man? Or when cute little Mr Pugsley the cat jumped out at the end? There you go....
I know it was there one minute. I blinked and it's gone. Call the cops! Hi Squelch. Happy? That's a stupid question. My hand is killing me. My doctor is sending me to an Orthopedic Hand surgeon. Fuck! But seven weeks of this is too much. I thought I was going to get my Adult site finished and up. [Silence] I managed to get one page done. [I will update with the finalized version later. By done I mean it's on the server, just not put together]. Damn. This sucks. don't you hate when you can't blame some horrible accident or illness on the fact that you did shit the whole weekend? I almost feel like surfing the obituaries for an excuse. 'Oh my G-d! Hesterly Finkelstein died!?!?!? I'm crushed! I must mourn! But i can't take off of work... Lets just dedicate this weekend to him and call it even. Huh? He wasn't dead yet? Fuck off. I'm psychic.
You Know You're An Animal Person When You Talk To Your Fish
The worst part was that it bubbled back like it understood. It's a trajedy when I lose a fish. Not burial at sea playing taps... But I do hum while I flush. My friends get mad because I care more about animals than people sometimes. My theory... You put a dog on the airport loading dock.. point to the cage and then the plane... If you see fur in the dust you're lucky. That dog's not an idiot. Tell a person their ass is being shoved in a cage while you're sticking them in the ass with a tranquilizer, and that the chance of survival is minus compared to the 1% chance their 'owner' has.. How well would that go over? We cut down trees, flatten mountains, slap some tar for the road, and then expect the animals to just move back and cohabitate in a third of their space. Explain road-kill to them. They didn't have a choice. So, yeah... I feel for the animal. If a person makes a decision to purchase a pet, it's a living thing. It's their responsibility to take care of that thing.
I can watch any slasher movie and cheer. Kill the animal, the movie's ruined. I can't expain it. The teenie boppers are usually doing something that they shouldn't be doing. It's the writer's way of saying, "See? Bad kids. They should be punished. Five fingers with razor sharp claws outta do the trick." We nod gleefully as one by one, those bad assed teenie boppers get their just deserts. Think back to any slasher flick.. When there was an animal involved... When did the audience cheer louder? When goodie two shoes virgin eviscerated the boogie man? Or when cute little Mr Pugsley the cat jumped out at the end? There you go....