09.12.02
fucking feline
I hate my roomate's fucking cat. I don't dislike it. I don't get annoyed by it. I absolutely HATE it. I would love to swing it over my head by it's tail - like a helicoptor blade, but I guess there would be people out there who would think it's bad.
Sam isn't home yet and the cat usually eats at 6:30. So I attempt to do something nice and put out the food for the beast. He snubbs it. He could be starving and he wont touch the food because it was me who put it out.
I hate it.
7:14 p.m.
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