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[02 Jan 2006|10:47pm] |
Some people, and I use that word loosely, have no concept of master/pet relationships.
>F
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[12 Dec 2005|01:28am] |
This bed is on fire
With passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she’s on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you’re like a disease without any cure
She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no
Ah, you think you’re so pretty
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You’re driving me crazy, when are you coming home
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[07 Dec 2005|04:55pm] |
Rule Number 2
Do not leave your pet unsupervised for long, because just like children, it will get into any number of things, and cause a lot of mayhem and havoc.
An owner might return to his home to find it lacking the most important things, like the pet itself.
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[27 Nov 2005|12:04pm] |
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Rule Number 1
Do not ignore your pet, because while lavishing them with food and all the materialistic things they may need is a good idea, nothing beats giving your pet a little extra TLC.
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[14 Oct 2005|10:29pm] |
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I hate nights like tonight.
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[10 Oct 2005|01:26am] |
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For future references:
I hate being ignored.
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[08 Oct 2005|09:13pm] |
I am, for lack of a better term, bored. At least I think I am. Nothing seems to tempt me tonight, not even the idea of dancing. The very fact that hunting doesn't appeal to me either is worrying.
Perhaps I am sick. However, this seems improbable since I rarely fall ill. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I was.
This is most perplexing.
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[04 Oct 2005|01:48am] |
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Bast, but he's adorable. Dare I say, almost angelic. Such a rich bounty of ebon locks. I find I love nothing more than to nuzzle into it, stroke my paws over it, feel it rub against me. It's so soft, as fine as silk, and just as beautiful.
And I still maintain that my new pet, has eyes as precious as any jewel.
I really must find him the perfect gift.
Something worthy of one of his beauty.
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[01 Oct 2005|10:53pm] |
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FYI,
I hate you.
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[22 Sep 2005|12:53am] |
I have a new pet.
He's pretty and has the most gorgeous black hair. His eyes remind me of precious jewels; they should be worshipped.
I need to get him a present.
^_________^
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[28 Aug 2005|10:05pm] |
I have come to the conclusion that having a pet might be just the thing.
I think I'll go human shopping.
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[08 Jun 2005|03:38am] |
This game of cat and mouse has gone on for far too long.
( Private )
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[16 May 2005|09:21pm] |
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Lie awake
Wonder where you are tonight
How will I know
Search for a trace
Look around but you're out of sight
Where did you go?
( Private )
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[13 May 2005|03:55am] |
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Ian Van Dahl~ Where are you now? |
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This reminds me of a story.
Hansel and Gretel.
It lacks the trail of bread crumbs, however.
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[12 May 2005|04:18am] |
Mew goes the kitty who's looking for a bowl of cream.
Mrowl goes the kitty who's out to prowl.
Hmm.
Mrowl. ^.^
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[30 Aug 2004|10:44pm] |
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Horrendously pink journal. Need maroon. *fiddles with colours*
... Oh well. Later. I have people to terrorise now.
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