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Nov 25, 2009 - 0 comments
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profanity

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medical sight

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political correctness

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apple pie

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blueberry pie

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peach-apple pie

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egg bath

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cinnamon

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steve

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memere and grampy

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Thanksgiving

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Turkey Day

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merepaw

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onion smell

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toenails

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data transfering

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chocolate phone

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cellphone

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ferrets

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Montana Bandit and Rascal

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nintendo 64

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electronics

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projectile poop

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Dave

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dave's girlfriend

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Facial Rash

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allergy?

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itch

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sleep

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tator

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hammie



And I guess since this is a medical sight where you are supposed to record how you feel, medically, and accurately, I assumed that I could use my own language and that the rest of the community would be a bit more understanding than the average person and I certainly did not believe the world had come to the point that you would report somebody whom, in their own personal journal, was "using profanity". Are we that politically correct? Were you really offended by my "profanity"? Are you really that pathetic in life?
Not a big deal or anything, and I mean, it is my bad for not knowing the rules. I found it pretty amusing that it would block my words out with stars, actually, sometimes when I wasn't even trying to swear. Oh well, though.

I made an apple pie, a blueberry pie, and a peach-apple pie. They're beautiful. Even if I forgot the egg bath and had to put it on one of the pies a bit late. And went a little overboard with the cinnamon. And the crust is a bit off.
I sent the apple one home with Steve, and the blueberry one is for my memere and grampy.

Tomarrow we have Turkey Day at our house. It's exciting, right? I made a merepaw today. For the stuffing. I reeked of onions afterwards. I also smell a little anyways. I'm gross. I cleaned my toenails. Not that you really wanted to know that.

I'm in the process of moving all of my pictures, videos, etc over to my computer to ready myself for the loss of my chocolate. I'm feeling a little bit tragic.

I still have five ferrets here. And Montana progectile shat today. It went a whole foot and doused the place my nintendo was just this morning. It still got a bunch of electronic things, but I have hope that they will still work. We had to tape some paper up over the side of the cage cause that ferret is a crazy thing. They are a handful. I will miss them.

My brother is bringing his girlfriend over for...breakfast. I will probably miss the whole thing, though.

My face is rashing again and I am quite upset. It's very, very itchy. I really don't understand this. Or know what to do to stop it. What is it?

My ferret is asleep and I can't seem to wake him up. I'm gonna go ahead and just hope he is very, very tired. And not anything more serious. He was crying so I tried to wake him up like I always do, and he just will not awaken. I'm holding him. He's a cutiepie. They all are. My Tatortot.

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