2003-12-27 - 8:30 p.m.
I have decided two things with great certainty. I am not going to give these two not my cats who belong to my neighbor and who have been living in my house for the last six months back. Because one, Fishy is completely tame now and licks my forehead every morning. And because Talker is sick and I will have to take him to the vet, which means he is mine. And two. I want a cow and a chicken. I really want a cow and a chicken and I want to milk my cow every morning and make butter and milk for myself. And I want to collect my chicken eggs. I want happy eggs and happy milk. That is it. These two things are good things to decide together because if I am going to have ummm...EIGHT cats and a cow and a chicken I will have to have a farm. So I guess because of these two decisions I have automatically made a third decision which is that my boyfriend will have to NOT take a job in a city again because I will have to have a farm. Too bad for him. I AM Queen. And no one should forget that. Ever. Queen. |
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