Sunday Oct 07, 2007

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I fucking hate people who torture animals. If you're going to kill it, kill it, and don't fuck it up. Don't let it suffer, and don't make someone else finish what you started. It's not in my job description to have to put animals out of their misery. Especially when they shouldn't be in misery to start with. I don't care who you or what you are. If you're not brave enough to take out your aggression on something that can fight back, or if you feel the need to strike back against an animal and it's instincts, then you're a coward, and you deserve a special place in hell for the pain you deliver. If I EVER find you, you will regret what you did more than anything else in your life. I am many things, and I can tolerate even more things. But the senseless, cruel, torturous, victimization of something that cannot fight back is not one of them.

I hope you fuck yourself with a rusty spoon and get tetanus. There's a special place in hell for you.



Well. I don't really feel better, but it's a start.

It appears as though my left eye is storing histamine underneath it, and it hurts like someone punched me there. Hell, maybe someone did punch me there, and I just don't remember. It's been that kind of day.

So I'm registered to sell beauty control products now. Whether or not I actually do sell them, or just use the new kit for my own perverted purposes of becoming a supermodel and taking over the world has yet to be determined. I might do both. Even nefarious supermodel supervillians need income supplement some times. My mom already sells it, and when the hub and I pick up and move to some place new, it would be good for me have and do.You can earn a mustang and diamonds, apparently. surreal

It's really warm here, and it's pissing me off. It's OCTOBER. I'd like the low 60s please. NOT EIGHTY FUCKING FIVE DEGREES AFTER SUNDOWN. Upon reflection, it would have been more efficient to hit caplocks for that last sentence. Oh well.

Hubby is depressed. School is getting to him, and I wish I could cheer him up. I'm made of fail. frown

So I've decided we're kind of keeping Boz. I say kind of, cause I'm still making an effort to find her a real home. I kinda wonder if my eye is because of her. It's really difficult to find her a place because for every child born, 45 kittens are born. Spay and neuter mother fuckers. Anyways. I've moved her out of the crate, and into the house. The dogs are doing great with it, but I'm afraid she's started to refuse to use her litter box. I showed her where it is, and locked her in with it last night (she eventually escaped, what a surprise). So. Here's to hoping I don't find any Bozzy surprises in the next few days. blackeyed There's a bunch of cat furniture at work I want to get for her, but I know I'd be killed instantly with it. There's a 7ft tall tree. And a kitty tree house. and a 5 ft tall tree. And a kitty barn. They all look so fun. I want to be a kitty. Lol cats are no fun anymore, they all look like Boz actions.

bwahaha.

I like lions.

ta2dmom:
But, but, but, I still love lolcats. biggrin
Oh and I hope that you're feeling better soon. ALL better.
I hope you have success in your new business venture.
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xoxo
<3 K
korbendallas:
80's? You're lucky you don't live in south texas...it's like high 90's here. Everytime i step out, i melt.

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