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Whoa, today... was pretty good I suppose. I woke up to see my brother watching tv. I was sexy starved, so i decided to go get something to eat. Not much for a good breakfast. There was some leftover pineapple upsidedown cake that i had. It was very good, but it was a couple days old from Thanksgiving. Not like it matters -- its cake... it was still good. It wasn't any different than the day (thanksgiving) my mom made it... except for the, y'know, missing pieces that...y'know people ate. When I ate that, Cal and my Mom were discussing as to where the christmas tree will go. Anger flowed into my veins when I found out that WE CANT HAVE IT IN THE SAME PLACE IT WAS THE LAST COUPLE YEARS! MOTHER FUCKER SHIT COCK SUCK ANAL SMACK.....SON OF A BITTTCCH! The fucking daybead is in the way. Why the hell would mom put the daybed there...when she knew that is where the christmas tree would go? HOW FUCKING DRUNK CAN YOU BE?! FUCKHOLES! Then I had to do my chores... ugh, I hate chores. We have this thing where me and Cal alternate weeks to do chores. So this week, I have to do some chores every day ("this'll be your chores for today...."). And next week, Cal will have to do his chores each day. And thusen on and thusen on. But we can't use the computer or the 'cube (or any other games for that matter) until we do our chores 'for the day'. It sucks, because we cant get on the computer (or play any games) after dinner. Mom made that rule three years ago, and she forgets WHY she made the rule in the first place -- yet she still enforces it. I had to go out and check the christmas lights that were already set up a year before. The sucky thing is: half of the strings are out, and the lights are basically completely stuck in the sockets. And no way in the hell am I going to check EVERY light. Impossable is it. Then, when I was almost finished cleaning the christmas stuff up, I see a cat outside. Grey/gray with white paws and fluffy. Cal is out at his friends, so I tell mom to call the neighbors -- it has a collar. I go out back to intercept it and I expect a great struggle. Instead... the cat just walks up to me. I pet it, and I slowly take it in my arms. I'm still a little fidgity, so I don't let my guard down. I eventually get it in the house... and all is well. The cat is hilarious. It starts exploring the house and eventually starts enveloping itself in the rug that he keeps scratching and playing with. I start cracking up and so does mom. This is truely a screwed up, yet friendly, cat. So it ends up, the cat belongs to no one we know. And eventually the cat starts following me where I go. Mom informs me its just a cat where the owners let it out everyday -- according to recent evidence: its meowing when it looks out the window, its sitting on the windowsill, mrs. gorman says she saw it a bunch of different times before, it is well fed and etc. so it doesnt look like it ran away a couple days ago. So we feed it some warm milk, and keep it for a couple hours... then, sadly, we let it go. Sigh... that cat was great.
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