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I have to write a poem explication tonight and finish a biiig group oral report by Tuesday. Bah.
Cirrus is staring at me. She's fuckin' weird, but I love her. Sometimes I'll turn around and she'll just be there, clinging to the bars, inches off the base of her cage and staring at me.
Dad might come over tommorow.
I hope it rains more soon.
The clouds are always at their most surreal the day after the rain.

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nyakototo
Jan. 29th, 2004 08:49 am (UTC)
Bah Bah.
You make Cirrus sound suspiciously human. It's quite eerie. I should start calling you Kafka, my sweet.
Say hi to your daddy-o for me! Or if he wonders, say hi to him twice.
=D
It finally rained here. Can I believe that? I know you can't.
Life has been so surreal of late, moreso I should add. I huffed and puffed at the midnight hour, the realistic ideal after playing with my new idea concerning those two perverted boys I spend writing on and thinking about and said, ew, one day I must say good-bye. For reals. No fun at all. I want to walk on the clouds.
You and I should write a play together and hit Broadway too. Maybe we can be good friends with Alan. Aye, stranger things have happened. He may actually like the idea of two girls molesting him for free and fawning over him and watching him suck lollipops. Can you tell I am more perverted today than usual? Especially when I don't say? LOLOL.
Enough of me rambling about WHATSITs!
metatronis
Jan. 30th, 2004 03:58 am (UTC)
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Oh, I can tell. We're all perverts here, though.
Rats take often have human-like tendencies as they grow up.
Rain!!!!!!! How glorious.
Yes, write and molest. Sounds like a plan. ;D
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