2003-02-20 - 9:34 p.m.
I love my kitty Hazel. She's calico and pretty and soft and I like to hug her like a teddy bear. In fact, if there's anything I love about Hazel, it's being able to hug her like a teddy bear. If there's anything Hazel loathes, it's being hugged like a teddy bear.
I hugged her the other night and she responded very un-teddy bear like by clawing me across my wrist.
It stopped bleeding and I went to the grocery. I realized as I was standing in line, that people were staring at me. It's not unusual. We go to the best grocery around which also happens to be in the most Irish Catholic conservative neighborhood ever. They love staring at me. I wear pink Barbie gang member bandanas and my powder blue coat to shop. They think I might be a bad influence on their children. But the other day they were staring *hard*.
I looked down and realized that I was dripping blood. In the check-out line. From the wrist. I looked at one of the people staring and whispered,
"I got bored."
I'm amazed I'm ever allowed back in there. They have a good selection of brie though.
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I've been on a CD burning kick. I'm LOVING making CDs. I tried through the power of mixed CDs, to prove my working theory that there is a connection between hip hop and country music. I listened to it on the way to work yesterday and it SUCKED. It sucked hard. Let me tell you, there MAY be a connection between hip hop and country music, but there is a reason that you NEVER hear Dolly Parton's "Coat of Many Colors" next to Missy Elliott's "Gossip Folks."
*sigh*
