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[apocalypsos]

My supervisor asked me to come in early tomorrow for a little overtime, and for some ungodly reason, I agreed. As luck would have it, my entire digestive tract has decided that I am a brown-nosing jackass and that it would much rather eject its meager contents tonight and sleep until four tomorrow afternoon.

Would someone please talk some sense into my internal organs? They never listen to me.

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Ooo, remember the transvestite cat from my house? Did I mention that he was the first cat to run up to me when I went home on Wednesday?

I was a little surprised, since usually it's our oldest who gets all excited to see visitors, but Owen came bounding up to me when I walked in the door with this ecstatic skip to his step, as if to say, "Yay! You're back! And you brought your underwear! Please tell me you brought my precious thongs! My preciousssssss ..."

So I took out a pair of undies and my dad said, "Oh, he doesn't chase underwear anymore," about three seconds before I threw 'em and he chased after 'em like Liza Minelli after a strategically tossed chicken wing.

So apparently, the cat likes to play with women's underwear, as long as it's mine. Considering my track record with crushes on guys and how many of them have turned out to be gay or drag queens, I'm surprised I can't say the same about any of my ex-boyfriends.

By the way, if you've ever seen 'Finding Nemo', Owen's personality is exactly like the seagulls. There. Now try to sleep tonight with the seagulls shouting 'Mine!' as they chase after flying lingerie in your head.

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Did anybody else see Linda Tripp on Larry King before? 'Cause her haircut ... I believe the correct terminology in this situation is, "... the hell?!" Some poor brown show poodle is curled up somewhere shivering and naked. Blech.

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[ampersand.livejournal.com]

I have not seen Finding Nemo, but I now have odd mental images of articles of lingerie flapping about like small birds or very large insects. I shall blame you when people ask me why I giggle madly in Victoria's Secret, and I answer, "They're FLYING! FLYING, I TELL YOU!"