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Nov. 11th, 2003 08:36 pmLurking in the next room, leaning against a table, is a cd/dvd/vhs cabinet. I choose to purchase this after going through the ritual of tiltting my old cabinet and pushing at the broken door thereof for the hundreth time. Now, I must wait for my Dad to come home, that I might pester him for a screwdriver, that I might begin assembling. <<
>> And, in the words of heroes everywhere before the s*&# hits the fan, 'I have a bad feeling about this.'
Also, while shopping, I wandered through the toy section, idly wondering when my sister would tell me what toys to get. And saw this little fluffy stuffed dog, that sort of looks like a Doberman.
At this point, I must point out: I hate dogs. Not to the extent of wanting to kill them or anything, I'm fine as long as they leave me alone? Some of them even look beautiful, I just don't want them near me. Too many encounters with vicious dogs as a kid, due to the redneck penchant for letting the sort of dog that shouldn't be allowed anywhere near kids to run loose in the neighborhood. I'm talking pit bulls, chow-chow (which are okay with thier own families, but everyone outside of that is a threat apparently) Doberman, Rottweiler, etc. Occasionally, someone would get something cute and small, like a Pekinese. Those I almost felt sorry for, seeing as they didn''t last long. The only small dogs that did were like, varities of bloodhounds.
*blinks at what she's just written*
And that is enough NaNo-like rambling on the subject of dogs, lest I start going on about the evils of each particular type of dog and end up with an essay. Back to my original point: the little fluffy Doberman? Is now sitting on top of my computer, due to Raphael, main character of my NaNo, popping up and insisting it was 'him.' <<
>> .2 seconds later, a patch-patterned stuff cat joined it. That would be Donovan, his ex-boyfriend from college and current second in charge of thier expedition. O.o
This all made me think of the stuffed frog in my room, whose name is Trevor, and the little black cat with a witch's hat that I picked up just after Halloween" Minerva. And I wondered, when did I pick up this habit of having stuffed toys that represent characters? And then I remembered that when I was little, all my stuffed toys were people. Now, apparently, all my people need to be stuffed toys as well. ^_^;;
The biggest problem caused by this? Aidan, second main character and love of Raphael's life (once the moron stops freaking about the past) is a bird. Oh, he's definately a bird. But where the heck am I going to find a stuffed bird?! I looked! They don't exist, at least not in Wal-Mart! And he's sulking because he doesn't have a stuffed representitive for me set by Raphael. << Okay, so that's actually pretty funny. XD *restrains herself from pointing at her most talkative NaNo and laughing*
Also, because I need to get this out of my system before I'll be able to write: ( Continuing Adventures in Kingdom Hearts )
>> And, in the words of heroes everywhere before the s*&# hits the fan, 'I have a bad feeling about this.'
Also, while shopping, I wandered through the toy section, idly wondering when my sister would tell me what toys to get. And saw this little fluffy stuffed dog, that sort of looks like a Doberman.
At this point, I must point out: I hate dogs. Not to the extent of wanting to kill them or anything, I'm fine as long as they leave me alone? Some of them even look beautiful, I just don't want them near me. Too many encounters with vicious dogs as a kid, due to the redneck penchant for letting the sort of dog that shouldn't be allowed anywhere near kids to run loose in the neighborhood. I'm talking pit bulls, chow-chow (which are okay with thier own families, but everyone outside of that is a threat apparently) Doberman, Rottweiler, etc. Occasionally, someone would get something cute and small, like a Pekinese. Those I almost felt sorry for, seeing as they didn''t last long. The only small dogs that did were like, varities of bloodhounds.
*blinks at what she's just written*
And that is enough NaNo-like rambling on the subject of dogs, lest I start going on about the evils of each particular type of dog and end up with an essay. Back to my original point: the little fluffy Doberman? Is now sitting on top of my computer, due to Raphael, main character of my NaNo, popping up and insisting it was 'him.' <<
>> .2 seconds later, a patch-patterned stuff cat joined it. That would be Donovan, his ex-boyfriend from college and current second in charge of thier expedition. O.o
This all made me think of the stuffed frog in my room, whose name is Trevor, and the little black cat with a witch's hat that I picked up just after Halloween" Minerva. And I wondered, when did I pick up this habit of having stuffed toys that represent characters? And then I remembered that when I was little, all my stuffed toys were people. Now, apparently, all my people need to be stuffed toys as well. ^_^;;
The biggest problem caused by this? Aidan, second main character and love of Raphael's life (once the moron stops freaking about the past) is a bird. Oh, he's definately a bird. But where the heck am I going to find a stuffed bird?! I looked! They don't exist, at least not in Wal-Mart! And he's sulking because he doesn't have a stuffed representitive for me set by Raphael. << Okay, so that's actually pretty funny. XD *restrains herself from pointing at her most talkative NaNo and laughing*
Also, because I need to get this out of my system before I'll be able to write: ( Continuing Adventures in Kingdom Hearts )
