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Today I am considering speaking out loud in catmacro language as a sort of living art installation to amuse myself. Also, discussing with R how totally lame-o and socially retarded SO MANY PEOPLE ARE. I sometimes wonder if some people have a gene malfunction that makes reasonable thinking and group dynamics impossible to comprehend.
Twitter appears to have caused a lot of wackiness amongst people I know. I wish it had a “you’re crazy” button that was automatic. Like when someone posts “am on train groping commuters” I could hit a button that zapped them.
I think my computer decided my life was too boring and has started randomly shutting down and blue screening. Once again, I would like to say that on my HP, I never had any problems the whole time I owned it and now this POS Dell has just been one pain in the ass after another. I feel like I’m locked in a battle with it where it wants to ruin everything good in my life and I struggle to minimize the damage it does (but right now, it’s Computer: 2, Kassie: 0 since it deleted about thirty pages in the last few days).
Last night Miss Sparkle cooked us supper and Thing Two showed up right as we were sitting down to eat and simultaneously some weirdo from JJ’s work showed up. However, because the universe was shining on us, right when the weirdo showed up, Miss Sparkle’s cat darted out of the house so we set the weirdo to catching the cat while we sat on the porch and ate. Something between cinema verite and dinner theater ensued.
Twitter appears to have caused a lot of wackiness amongst people I know. I wish it had a “you’re crazy” button that was automatic. Like when someone posts “am on train groping commuters” I could hit a button that zapped them.
I think my computer decided my life was too boring and has started randomly shutting down and blue screening. Once again, I would like to say that on my HP, I never had any problems the whole time I owned it and now this POS Dell has just been one pain in the ass after another. I feel like I’m locked in a battle with it where it wants to ruin everything good in my life and I struggle to minimize the damage it does (but right now, it’s Computer: 2, Kassie: 0 since it deleted about thirty pages in the last few days).
Last night Miss Sparkle cooked us supper and Thing Two showed up right as we were sitting down to eat and simultaneously some weirdo from JJ’s work showed up. However, because the universe was shining on us, right when the weirdo showed up, Miss Sparkle’s cat darted out of the house so we set the weirdo to catching the cat while we sat on the porch and ate. Something between cinema verite and dinner theater ensued.