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23.05.03 @ 21:43
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LynxLynx- you are your own person you don't care what
people think about you, you are tough and can
take care of yourself, probably very
trustworthy to0 considering you don't hang around
anyone to tell them anything anyway

what kind of cat are you? (still in progress)
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The other day at work, I was waiting around in the breakroom before I needed to punch in and start my day. Usually I get to work about twenty to nine, and I don't have to start until 9. So this was like any other day. I'm just sitting in my booth, dreading the day ahead, half paying attention, pretending my vending machine breakfast tastes better than it really does, when all of a sudden I see this gray furry thing go darting across the other side of the breakroom, doing about mach 5. At first I thought I was seeing things, but seeing as I was completely sober, and had actually slept the nightbefore, I was fairly certain I was not halucinating. I got up to look around, but no one else saw anything, or at least didn't volunteer that they had seen anything. Since I already have a bit of a repuation for being strange and different, I didn't feel the need to add, halucinatory to the list, just in case no one believed me. After all I wasn't even positive I had seen anything.

So a few days go by, I return to work after two days off, having forgotten about my furry vision, when I come to the break room in the middle of a training session, and I hear someone talking about, "I can't believe they are gonna kill the poor thing" At this point I was wondering what the heck, so I asked G* (our break room/restroom/etc person), and it seems we do indeed have a furry four legged interloper of the rodent variety. A brave little mouseketeer he is too. While G* was eating lunch and had her feet sorta of up, the little guy ran right over him. They had him cornered behind one of the booths, but when they moved it to get him, he scampered his way behind the one of the fridges. Of course half the staff is getting all critterphobic, and then others like me are making a big joke out of it all. I mean, I know mice are not clean animals, and they carry fleas and such, but still its only a freakin mouse, the way some carry on, you would think it was a rattlesnake, or tarantula (insects, arachnoids, bugs etc.. they all eeek me out major big time...). Furry critters on the other hand, well let me put it too you this way.. I named him Marvin, and I really think the sticky trap they have for the poor guy is rather sick. (Personally I prefer a cat, but that's not exaclty hygeinic when you are dealing with vitamins. (Those of you big in to supplements and herbs etc, might know us as the company with the green leaves on top, and the same name as the tv dinner people who we are in no way connected to. I even got a call today asking about frozen vegetables, adn pizza's- sorry dude wrong company. ).

I had more but there is a red haired ten year old complaing that his mom isn't paying enough attention to him.


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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

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