Q: What's worse than receiving porn SPAM in your inbox?
A: When said SPAM is sent not by some internet porn site, but by your friend. Honestly, these people. *exasperated sigh*
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My cat, Fry, is PREGNANT. *screams "NOOooohhh!!!" a la Roger in Rent* Everybody agrees that she is too young to be pregnant. Didn't notice it before, thought she was just fat. When I finally did notice, a scene just like in the Pinoy telenovelas ensued, i.e. Me: How could you do this to me? After all I've done for you? Why? Why? Who did this to you? I'll kill him! Fry: Meow. The culprit, of course, is our tomcat Orange, who is, incidentally, the bestfriend of opne of our dogs, Pappy. I always catch Orange rubbing himself against the dog, which the latter doesnt mind at all. The other cats are pregnant as well. Anyone want kittens?
In other news, Tim and Thea have given me a purple&pink striped fuzzy hat! (what exactly is the correct name of this hat thingy?) I like it. I wear it all the time, even if its too hot these days. I keep asking myself what animal could have been killed for this hat, then thinking it could have very well been a Cheshire cat (did i spell that right?). Hmm. Maybe I should put a wide grin on it, just for fun.
Anyhoo, I'm supposed to be going somewhere today with some friends, but no one has contacted me about anything, and I'd much rather stay home and bum. Still have a ton of books to read, and besides I won't be much company to anyone at the moment--am too depressed over pregnant cat. Will only bore friends with whining.
*I have a fuzzy purple&pink hat/I have a big fat pregnant cat/I have a sassy-jock-slash-independent-career-woman friend, say what?/ Can you top that?*

God, I missed reading books!
Check out the list! Uh, but I also included some books that I've recently read, just to make it look like I've had something to do at home other than bum around, feeding and fooling around with Fry and Spitz and watching Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings over and over again on the DVD player. The last of my cash (a.k.a. bumming fund) was spent on the last item on the list, and a copy of How to Live With a Neurotic Cat. Wish I could find a copy of How to Live With a Neurotic Dog by the same author, whose name escapes me at the moment and I don't feel so inclined to climb to my room and check it out. Maybe next time I post. Now that latter book would be a great gift to my bestfriend, who loves dogs and whose birthday will be on the 23rd. And damn, I'm broke.
Oh well. Maybe I'll e-mail her photos of Orlando Bloom or that Josh something dude from Pearl Harbor. Together. *heehee*

Why is it that when you're armpit deep in work, you get this sudden flash of insight/idea for a story, and you get all frustrated because you can't drop what you're doing so you could chase after your story idea, but when you do have time like warts on your hands to write you can't even begin your friggin' story?! Why?!
*sighs*
Story of my life.
Some weeks ago I was thinking, "Two stories? That's a piece of cake." Yeah, things kinda looked promising, especially since I had the opening paragraph of my story--kinda witty, I thought for sure,something they can't ignore; uh, about fingers *smiles slyly* Hell-oo! gees, what was I thinking? Who was I kidding? A paragraph? *hits head on table*
You see, being a writer not only entails loads of talent and dedication (as most 'writers' would say), but also a good dollop of arrogance. Really, you have to have guts to actually believe someone would bother reading anything you churn out. Well, one thing I hate more than stupidity in other people is stupidity in myself.
And my stories are just stupid. Or at least this one I'm writing. (I've decided to regurgitate an old story so i'll have a second..) I mean, nine pages of Times New Roman, font size 12, and double-spaced text after that opening paragraph, and the story is still going nowhere.
The deadline is tomorrow. I haven't slept decently. And I'm seriously considering really not submitting at all. Or jumping in front of an oncoming train. Whichever comes first.
*buries head in arms* What's that song again that says, "Life's a bitch and then you die?"

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Last day at work (hurrah!) Can't wait to start bumming again. Kinda sad coz i won't see my bestfriend that often anymore, as well as my other friends working in Ayala. Oh well. Am sure we'll find ways to see each other,as much as we can.

Must try to come up with some works to submit to those workshops am trying out for, so probably will be crazywindangbangag for the next couple of days. Will stack up on coffee, then.
Iwantanespressomachinenownownow!!!!

Anyway, bought my mom a foot spa machine thingy. So now am flat broke. Well, almost flat broke. But its worth it (hell, if i could afford it i would buy a luxury helicopter for my mom). Got to use foot spa machine thingy, too. Ish shoo nice. Footsies feel shoo tingly. Shoo tickly. (*Bbbbzzz* Whups, got grounded...) Eat your undies out, Dell!!

Uh, on second thought, scrap that idea. >_<

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