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Ohayo
- Nin on this side of insanity. I'm the one with the tiger tail - ya know, my mom always had a thing for the wild ones. Must be why you can find me howling at the moon once in a while O.o
*cough*Aaaaaanyway - me is the Artsy Tiger in this. Want clean surfaces? Keep them away from me. Me and my pens are not responsible for the cleanliness of your household (or mind)
So I *am* curious. And yeah, maybe I *shouldn't* have followed that dog (mind set on cleanly killing him for pissing on my tree), but hey, it happens. Right? Of course right. And what do you know, before *I* know it, I am in this forest looking for poor Willy the Dog. A bush was moving. So I pounced it. Happens all the time. Right?
Well. Turned out that moving bush was this little dotted cat. Of course, being the life saviour that I am, I told her to climb up that tree - the Twee Tree to be more specific, and beat the living crap out of Willy the Dog.
<.<
And that's sort of "it".
~ Nin ~
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~*takes off running and...*~
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*HUGS*!!!!!!!!!!!!
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We searched for glitter on: Saturday, May 26, 2001; 03:24 p.m.
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... for being there for me. *hugs*
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We searched for glitter on: Friday, May 25, 2001; 10:25 p.m.
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~tra~la~la~
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We searched for glitter on: Friday, May 25, 2001; 08:41 p.m.
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*yanks da Nin outta da book and GLOMPS*
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Oioioioi! That's whatcha got me for! Ask away! XD By the time you're done, you'll be a-tablin' better than M~WAH! ^_^
I wish I coulda stayed on longer today. ;_; I hope you're feeling better. *curls around da Nin purring comfortingly* Want me ta flame 'em? I think we still got a piece of dat bard fella running around... *gets a gleam in her eye* We could send da rat speeeeeshulll delivery. ^_~
Dun forget, it's OUR world, chere! Everyone's just renting space! XD Skewer 'em! *makes little growling noises and paws at the air*
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We searched for glitter on: Wednesday, May 23, 2001; 09:01 p.m.
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A rutabagawhatever just exploded
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><;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Okay. I guess that "flame", "comment, or whatever you or I might call it got to me worse than I thought. I wrote a mile-long rant on my blog, and for some reason I can't discern yet I'm fuming.
@.@Annnnny-way. On a lighter note, I bought a book on how to make tables today - yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, Nin will try to tackle tables. Hear me scream. *screams* All it took for me to go hide in the next mousehole was a look at one of the "easier" tables. I'll probably be stewing over this for some time, so be prepared for a whole truckload of questions ^^;;. *looks at clock* X_x. 2305 hours. Waaaaaaargh...luckily for me, I have the next four days free. ^__________________________________________________^ *snugs da Raz* *dives headfirst into that html book and was seen no more...* ~Nin~
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We searched for glitter on: Wednesday, May 23, 2001; 11:01 p.m.
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Haalllooo in TV land! Raz here. I'm the one with the spots, see? *points to a spot* I do the HTML here. Nin does the art. She has bigger paws than me. I have the eyes. O_O Look into my eyes...
@.@
Wak! Stop that! X.x *whap*
Umm... what else... I was born in a basket in the corner of the kitchen. You know, the one next to the stove. It's warmer that way. My mum was supposedly queen of the household. At least, that's what she always told us.
When I was old enough to climb out of the basket, I followed a butterfly out the door and got lost in the woods outside the house. I was sitting under a bush crying my little kitty heart out when out of nowhere, this huge cat landed on me.
I screamed of course. Who wouldn't? Turns out it was this tiger-striped hellcat named Nin. She was chasing some poor dog for... something, I forget. Anyway, she told me to climb up this huge tree where I'd be safe and that she'd meet me after she found the dog and show me back home.
So that's where it all started.
~ Raz ~
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