August 22nd, 2001


Don't sweat the petty things...

...and don't pet the sweaty things. How many times have we heard that one?
"Have you ever had a pet who was important to you? What made your pet so special?".

Since the closest things I ever had to a pet growing up were sea monkeys, an ant farm, and my brother's goldfish, I didn't know what to write about for this theme. So I got Webster's out, and did you know there are tons of seperate definitions for "pet?" It can mean a pampered/spoiled child, a domesticated animal kept for pleasure (no dirty jokes, especially not the one about a woman and her dog's love for peanut butter!), expressing fondness or endearment, to engage in amorous embracing, caressing, and kissing (bet *that* is not what TOD had in mind), or a fit of peevishness, sulkiness and/or anger. Groovy, isn't it?
So I thought I'd write about my friend Lynne, whom I love but she has got to be one of the most spoiled brats to ever pop out of a doting mother's womb. Her mom treats her like a princess (spoils her rotten), but Lynne has all these idiot requirements that she's supposed to fulfill as well. (Stupid social decorum, rules about dating/marriage, etc...) But whining about Lynne for a whole entry doesn't sound too pleasant, so...
Fondess or endearment, eh? Amorous embracing? Who do I "pet" a lot? Now, if I had a boyfriend this entry would be so much easier, don't you think? But I don't, so that's out. Too bad...
A fit of peevishness, sulkiness, and/or anger. I have a lot of those. Waking up early in the morning is enough to bring one of those around. Ugh...and I had to wake up early this morning to go to the doctor to get my eyes checked out again.
So I'm going to have a "pet" now. (Honestly, who talks like that? matter how you phrase it, it still sounds vaguely dirty. I have been talking to Chris too much. X_X)