A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- shit happening Awakened at four in the morning by tonya having another outburst of her favourite pastime - freaking out and running mok throughout the little hellhole i refer to as home. Having to laugh through bleary eyes at the sight of the cat jumping through the little portal in the wall that separates bedroom from kitchen to land squarely on my chest, and i should revise my estimate and say she weighs about four pounds or so. had to play receptionist today, but was apprised by the Grey Lady at one point that the unwieldy creature sometimes known as The Queen Bitch Across the Hall may have finally dug herself a hole from which, hopefully no amount of her apple- (or more frightfully, per the suggestion of another figure who shares our opinion, knob-) polishing will save her from. good, because otherwise she is an expensive lawsuit waiting to happen, a liability of the worst sort frankly, i would be happier to see the QBAtH be pelted by some unlikely object like a car or a safe dropped from an upper floor, or, more impressively, a supersized chunk of frozen blue airplane waste for all the shit she manages to stir up. it's been said that if the AD came to a sudden stop she'd disappear and if he made a sudden, sharp turn, it'd break her nose 6:05 p.m. - 2003-08-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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