Wednesday, Sept. 25, 2002 - 9:04 a.m.

Wednesday, September 25, 2002 2:30 p.m.

~~~~Welcome Home Eve~~~~

Ladies and Gentlemen: I, Vitamin^X, owner of this diary, would like to proudly welcome our new family member, Eve, this 25th day of Sept, 2002. *audience goes wild*

Woohooo!

Ok I guess that was pretty lame to yall, but kinda special for me. See, we went to the animal hospital this morning and we saw this white cat, Eve, up for adoption. She belonged to one of the doctor’s farmer friends. He had a lotta cats on his farm, but Eve was really special to him. But he had so many animals to look after, and Eve had already had about 3 litters, so he gave her away to his doctor friend, who tried keeping her at his house but couldn’t control his dogs from chasing after the poor cat. So, he thought it was time to find Eve a home. A real home. He put her up for adoption and we brought her home today. Btw, she didn’t cost nothing. She’s almost like 3 years old. White, with a coupla brownish blacks spots.

So anyways, my little kittens are kinda jealous and skared. Angel, my bro’s kitten of 6 months, keeps running away from Eve. Guess she’s scared of her. As for Miracle, my kitty, hisses wildly at Eve. I don’t think that’s a really good start, but the doctors said they’re gonna all get along within a matter of a few weeks, tho he did tell me to keep ‘em separate for Eve for tonight.

Now how in the world am I gonna do that. Actually I won’t. Insha’Allah gonna leave it all up to Allah. They probably won’t fight. Eve is a gentle, loving cat who is right now trying to get used to my house. she’s curios, but scared as well. She doesn’t come near anyone of us, (give her a break! She been here for a coupla hours!) my kitty is all straight to business. You don’t mess with me Eve, I don’t mess with you.

They’re kinda jealous. I can’t really take Eve in my arms without having miracle or angel staring daggers at me. I kinda like that, lol. If feels good to know someone cares about you. If people don’t fight over me, at least CATS do. lol.

Anyways, as lame as I may sound right now, I’m kinda trying really hard to get this new cat all familiar to the household. She’s been meowing all over. Called the nurse, she said it’ll take a while.

La Dee da! Tha’s all for right now.

Ps: imissuamp =(

Wednesday, Sept. 25, 2002 ~~ 9:04 a.m.

(((this post editted 9:11 a.m : the comments sytem is now officially fixed, so yay for jeevan! :) thanks.)))

Its raining, it’s pouring. The man in the moon in snoring. He went to bed, with a cold in his head, and he won’t get up till mornin’.

Ahem. Just to let yall know, I learned that poem when I was 13, and not 3. Now you wonder why I’m the kid haramican?

I’m waiting for my dad to get back from dropping my aunty somewhere, so we can leave for the animal hospital. Finally, he says he’s gonna take me @ 9:30..that is, exactly in erm..47 minutes. Yup. The cats be all around my computer. One’s all up on the printer.

Anyways, I love the rain. Don’t you? I love the dark, cloudy, fajr time like weather. Hehe, that’s just me peoplez.

I’m typing this in Microsoft word and there are so many spelling errors and slang words underlined red, it’s annoying as hell.

Izzy calls me a “freakin’ Pakistani”. For some god darned reason, I crack up each time.

I haven’t eaten anything yet. I been awake for almost 3 hours now. Hmm, guess I should go put a croissant in the toaster oven.

Brb (8:52 a.m)

(8:53 a.m) back. It took me a minute, but believe me, I’m not that slow in real life. It’s jus my computer time settings. Too fast.

The croissant is very small. Weird folks these days. Sometimes my mom gets the real huge ones, which are so freakin’ buttery and HEAVY (no, duh!) that I can’t eat one whole croissant.

But I love croissants. MmMmMmmMmm. Croissants taste GREAT no matter what. O, I hear the toaster oven ring, brb. (8:56 a.m)

(8:57 am) back. Ok so it took me a whole minute again. Shut up! I said I’m not slow! I had to butter my croissant and pour me some good florida’s natural orange juice. I’d prefer Tropicana, but no biggy.

See, I ain’t picky. So for those of yall that DO call me picky, in YO FACE! I’m not even picky when it comes to guys. I take whoever, whatevers available.

****JOKE****

ok Its almost nine now, and I don’t wanna type with dirty hands, so I should be going. Gonna put on my jilbab and wait for my dad. O yeah, and hunt for some darn umbrella’s.

I don’t think theres any at home. All of ‘em are in cars. Stupid ppl. Forget to bring ‘em inside.

Oh well. Adios amigos =)

I hope I had some folks drooling after all the croissant talk. Peace.