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I tried to sew my pants up today. It looks like Dr. Frankenstiens nimble handiwork climbed up the side of my leg. Oh well, it's one more day I've given myself until I have to do laundry. Domestic work is the worst kind of all.

My roommate Mike has become obsessed with his new mortal enemies, the stray cats that shit in our front yard. It's my fault.We're not allowed to have pets so to compensate I feed the stray cats in the neighborhood and make them hang out with me. Mike wants to buy an air-rifle and shoot them. If he does it, I'm making him cook it. I'd like to try cat.
I'd eat people if it were legal!
I'd eat people if it were legal!
I'd eat people if it were legal!

In other news, I'm began working on pages for the suicidegirl comic today. I'm playing hookey from work tomorrow because ...because the urge is overwhelming and why not. It's not like I make any fucking money either way. So I might have the sample pages done very soon. I'm such an excitable dork.