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Jun 21, 2007 22:17

This is my really bad raccoon story:

Once, I went back to my house on Carpenter to show Joe what the house I lived in my whole life looked like.  While we were there we went in the barn and then we were going to go through the big door that's on the south side so he could see the coral and such.  However, we stopped about 10 ft short because there was a raccoon sleeping on the ground right by the door and we didn't want to wake it up and get attacked.  (there was a movie of me getting attacked running through my mind)  So we turned around and went back out the other door.

If you would like to make it a better story place a "huge" or "giant" in front of "raccoon" and replace "sleeping" with "foaming at the mouth" and "wake it up" with "further anger.  You could also replace the entire last sentence with "So we ran out of there as fast as we could and had to hold the door shut to keep it in.  We were lucky to get out of there unharmed/alive."

In other news, one of my fish died.  Again.  It was the same kind (a black molly) as the first one that died (only two have).  I talked to the girl at Petsmart and she said that molly's just die a lot and there's not a lot you can do so we're just going to get a different kind.

40 days until I can move into my new apartment.  Which is just a different apt in the same complex that I'm in now.  But still (WHOO)

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Whenever I type door I always type it "dorr" first and have to change it.

I'm starting to get into random thoughts that pop into my head so I'm going to stop.
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