I took the bun bun to the vet today for a checkup and a nail cutting. Why is it that when I try to cut her nails she gives me crap, but let's the vet do it in 5 seconds?

I also saw Resident Evil: Apocalypse. It was awesome. I knew it would be.

I guess that's it.

In response to: [inlink]maidencateyes,111[/inlink] I sent this:

"Why are you getting so upset at someone when you don't even know who it is? Isn't that kind of a waste of energy?"


In response to that email, I received:

From : P S <strobascobe@hotmail.com>
Sent : Thursday, September 2, 2004 9:15 PM
To :
Subject : RE: your an ass

why don't you grow some courage and tell me who you are



just keeping everyone up to date

my new computer came today!!!
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the truth about toad licking

I am not going to discuss all the crappy things that happened to me today, just one. However, we must always keep in mind, that sometimes the little stupid things add up and eventually you need to let off steam.

So, after a day of many little added up things...

I was returning my shopping cart to the corral at Wegmans. I turned around and [size=m]skreech![/size] a minivan had to slam on the brakes to not hit me. Now, this driver of course was cutting across all the empty spaces at quite a fast speed for a parking lot, instead of just patiently driving along the lanes like you are supposed to. So I walked in front of them since I was already half-way there and they had stopped. So then they speed by my practically running me over. I screamed, "Jesus Christ! Learn how to fucking drive!" That would have been the end of it, but no. This stupid woman who was putting washer fliud in her car, who is completely uninvolved in this situation has to yell to me as I am walking to my car, "Don't yell at traffic, asshole!" [size=m]What the fuck?![/size] So I get in my car and roll down my window, continuing to scream how people need to mind their own fucking business and why shouldn't I yell at traffic when I almost get run over?! Stupid woman.

[inlink]dan,2[/inlink]
Yeah, I know how you feel. I have worked every day this weekend, and I will work today. Labor Day is really for people that have a steady career and a huge salary and already get paid vacations and days off when they want and wonderful things like that. It's not for poor college kids who barely have time to do laundry and go to the grocery store in between working and going to class and doing homework. Somehow, time and a half pay still doesn't make me want to fold jeans and help people find their size in clothes that don't look good on them anyway for 4 hours. Maybe I would like it better if I could wear sneakers.

my little brother and i were sitting in the mini-van in our backyard. it started to slide down the snow covered hill into our backyard very fast. we had to count down from three and jump out to safety, which we were able to do just before the van crashed into a tree. we were happy, but god was angry because we were supposed to die. so he sent down lightning. in one neighbor's yard there was this giant snowman made out of three humongous marshmallows. lightning struck it and so it caught on fire because sugar is flammable. now there was this giant flaming marshmallow snowman (kind of like from ghost busters) and it was about to topple over on my house with my family inside. i ran to the closest house i could to call 911. there was an old man there who told me that at night he went into my car and watched me. that really freaked me out so i ran over the next house. all the kids from the neighborhood were there playing games and having fun. the mom of the hosue let me use her cotton candy pink phone. i called 911 and it was a recording where it tells you what number to push from your touchdown purse depending on which sort of emergency you had. there weren't any for flaming snowmen. one of the girls was yelling for me to get off the phone because she had to call her boyfriend. i screamed back that she should shut up because my house and family were about to go up in flames. that made her be quiet. finally i got a real person from 911 and she told me that they couldn't help me because i wasn't being directly threatened.
then i woke up.

While sitting on the john and perusing the latest issue of "Buffalo Rising" (a very useful and informative free magazine which I recommend that everyone get a copy of), I happened to come across page 79. It is an article about BidWell Buffalo, the e-bay company where Peter Singer used to work, that got shut down. (e:news,29956) Here is the warning, if BidWell Buffalo got shut down, it's probably not a great idea to do e-bay business with a man like that. Keep your eyes peeled for the reopening of it, possibly under a different name. (PS: I know nothing about the other people involved with that business, other than Peter).

so, the first part i don't remember.
i do remember being in some sort of mall or train station of some sort, up on the third floor. i had to pee, but the only way down was with an elevator. all the elevators were broken. there was one escalator, but i could not get to it because there were people smooshed on it like sardines, just standing there making it unusable. on an awake note now, i do not think i that escalator could have been working if people were just standing on it like that.
then i woke up because my boyfriend's alarm went off.
then i went back to sleep and dreamed that i was in my apartment, but other people lived there. someone my bed got put in a tiny little room and there was a baby crib pushed right up against the side of my bed. i felt claustrophobic so i pushed the crib over, but i guess i woke up the baby. the baby stood up and looked at me like it was going to cry if i didn't give it my teddy bear (which i hold on to for dear life when i am sleeping). i wouldn't give it to him, so he went back in the crib where i couldn't see him, because there were blankets hung over the side. i thought it was over, but then the baby popped out it's head and arm through a bottom corner of the crib and was trying to grab my bear. he looked evil like fromt he exorcist, but his face was all blue like the zombies in the original Dawn of the Dead movie.
so then i woke up cuz there was a cop outside out building and my boyfriend wanted my nosy little self to get up and watch while he got ready for school.
then i went back to sleep and dreamed that it was nighttime in my apartment. it was labor day night or something, and people were setting off fireworks like 3 inches from my window, so i called 911 and they told me they couldn't do anything to help me because i wasn't because it was labor day. so instead i went to sleep. when i woke up in the morning there was some fair going on outside. my neighborhood in my dream looked nothing like it really does. anyway. it resembled the art festival, but it was a festival celebrating homosexuality. i went down to check it out in my jammies. i was walking around and got a good look at everything, tables and whatnot, then decided to go back to my apartment, which now looked like no building i have ever seen. there was this old man wearing a big purple pimp hat (the kind you can get at 6 flags) and his hat hit me in the face. i said excuse me, and continued to walk towards my building (which was in sight) when the man threw a big brick shaped concrete rock at my head. in my dream it hurt. i turned around and he was still throwing more and screaming "you're going to like me whether you want to or not!" i tried to get to my door withotu being hit but it didn't happen. he was trying to force his way through the glass doors and into the building. somehow i managed to keep him out long enough to get in the elevator and make it up to the third floor. i began to call 911 as i opened the door to my apartment, when the man appeared with more rocks. i forced my way, but i was having a hard time keeping my door shut. they were white french doors. finally the man gave up and said "I'll see you downstairs." i got someone on the phone from 911, but she was in her car, not at work yet, so she couldn't help me. i started crying and the people down the hall (who in my dream was one of the girls i work with) came to comfort me.
then i woke up.

an article about an Alan Keyes comment:

why do people have to be so judgmental and critical of everyone all the time? why can't we all just tolerate each others' differences and be civil? i guess i am a dreamer.