04.07.2002 || 16h21

Viscious, *viscious* cat

Gr. Previous entry = to boring to live.

Got my arm scratched to pieces to-day when Tarot tried to jump onto it while he was purring and I was typing. Ouch. Dude, Tarot's a 13-pound cat (weight given in Imperial to appease the Yankee-doodle girlfriend).

The li'l fukker is currently playing with something small and plastic in the living room. Looks innocent, eh? Don't be fooled. He's a lethal weapon.

It's okay, though. I applied peroxide liberally and am well on the road to recovery.

I know you all care.

Ugh, playing with the thespians to-night. Yay me.



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