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w00t...my schedule looks good. Three (yes, THREE!) GPA boosters, and statistics, English, and environmental science. Yes, my dear, this semester holds promise. My pet. My doll. Kitten. Shnookums.
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In other news, Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It" was on the radio a minute ago, so I was blasting it. And dancing wildly, of course, because what else do you do with that song? --and I looked at the door, and realized I had an audience. The goats were lined up at the window, watching me. Every now and then they'd look at each other, like "holy round shit pellets of the Goat Mother, Curls, look at that!" And Curly would look right back at me like "whoaaaa, dude, like, Udder of the Goat in the Sky humans are so weird."
Sometimes, I get the oddest feeling that there are other species in this world a little smarter than we are, if less affected by music.
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In other news, Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It" was on the radio a minute ago, so I was blasting it. And dancing wildly, of course, because what else do you do with that song? --and I looked at the door, and realized I had an audience. The goats were lined up at the window, watching me. Every now and then they'd look at each other, like "holy round shit pellets of the Goat Mother, Curls, look at that!" And Curly would look right back at me like "whoaaaa, dude, like, Udder of the Goat in the Sky humans are so weird."
Sometimes, I get the oddest feeling that there are other species in this world a little smarter than we are, if less affected by music.