Since as long as I can remember, I have been biting my nails. My mom said I was biting my nails as a baby. Before I was even talking. Although apparently I didn’t talk until I was 3 years old and that is long enough to cause some worry in the parental units around. People thought I was going to be a mute. And then one day I just blurted out a whole sentence, none of this “mamma” bullshit. But I digress… (more…)
Month: January 2009
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Loska the Cat
In my apartment in Argentina there are two cats. I am a fond lover of cats and I considered this to be a selling point on this place. One is a white cat that is not allowed inside due to the general attitude that the black cat is upset by its presence. The black cat, called Loska, must be about 22 years old by the way it moves and it’s general smell of urine. The only good thing that this cat has going for it is that it somehow knows to pee in the drains which unfortunately are in the house and not too far from my bedroom door. I should just let the white cat in and see what happens… whats the worst that could happen? An elderly black cat gets mutilated by some thug white cat while it is peeing on a grate?
