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In the past few weeks, three people on my friends list have gone pink, which leads me to believe that my friends list has magical, naked lady properties as I had always knew it one day would. Next I hope that my copy of Microsoft Word will magically create the Great American Novel so I can find my way out of this shithole place and live somewhere that isn't slowly eroding away my soul.

It is finally cold here all the sudden. There's usually a gradul decline in temperature to herald in autumn's arrival, but it stayed hot and humid up until the bitter end. The field mice have been sneaking their way into the house for the past couple weeks, but unfortunately my great black-and-tan hunter also has qualifications as a mouser; three vermin so far have fallen prey to nature's perfect killing machine: the wiener dog. Unfortunately, she has found that she cannot protect us from toads, as she foolishly attempted a second time last week. There are few things stranger than watching a dog defy evolution and attempt to spit. We managed to dissolve the foul toad-secreted oil from her mouth with a bowl of milk and mashed-up cookies as the toad stared on in mocking defiance. All over small animals must still live in fear...except for the rabbits who populate the yard. They still regard her as a small moving source of amusement.