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I once beat a kitten to death with a hammer...
now, i know what you're thinking, that's sick, that's sad, why would you? but believe me, it's nothing like that....
When i was about 18, 19 years old, my younger sister and i were living with our dad and his wife in the country. For some reason, quite a few cats lived nearby and would often come over to our property. One of the females had some kittens and my sister took it upon herself to keep them. My dad's wife hated cats, so it was more if they were there, we played with them, but that was about all that was allowed. Unfortunately, since they were wild cats, the kittens ended up getting distemper, which is a fatal to kittens.
One day as i was getting ready for work my dad came and told me that when he left for work that morning he saw one of the kittens dead under his car, and he wanted me to throw it out into the field before my sister got home from school, so she wouldn't be upset by it. I was rather irritated that it was left up to me to do it, but went out to the garage to grab the shovel to scoop it up and carry it out into the field. The real problem came when i started to slide the shovel under the kittens limp body and it let out a tiny, weak, mew.
I nearly burst into tears.
I didn't know what to do. i just couldn't let the poor little thing suffer. so i grabbed one of dad's oily rags and the hammer. i carefully wrapped the rag around the kitten, flintching every time it mewed, and made sure i had it totally covered before carrying it out to the field.
i kneeled there for what seemed like a long time, but eventually, i managed to pick up the hammer and hit it over that kitten's head... i started crying hard when it let out a yelp, but just kept pounding and pounding. i wanted to make sure it was done right. eventually i ran back into the house, leaving the bloody hammer on the tool bench and ran to the bathroom to throw up.
it was something i started thinking about again the other day. something i just had to share...
Violet Darkstarr · Mon Mar 21, 2005 @ 05:18am · 1 Comments |
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i was looking though the paper yesterday and was scanning through the personals thinking i would find something funny like "midget seeks tall dark and handsom for intimate relations only" or something, but instead i find little tidbits people put there and some of them really caught my eye.... here's one..
Bruises will heal, but the pain and bitterness will always remain. With "friends" like mine, who needs enemies? More bad memories than good, more put downs than positive conversations. I've had enough and won't waste my time or energy anymore.
i imagine some poor little teen all full of angst and writting that and then cutting themsleves over the pain of it all, perhaps a little too deep this time... how sad that that's the only solution they can see....
Violet Darkstarr · Sat Feb 19, 2005 @ 09:15pm · 0 Comments |
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i had a big long post here and gaia ******** me over and wouldn't post it and now it's gone and i don't feel like doing it all again... so ******** you gaia!!! >.<
Violet Darkstarr · Sun Jan 02, 2005 @ 05:14am · 0 Comments |
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wierd s**t that's happend to me #1 |
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i've decided that in cases when my daily life has just gotten so completely boring i can think of nothing to write about, i'll start writing about things that have happend to me in my past... this is the first, so lets start it all off with a bang, what do you say?
i have no luck with trackers... well, that is to say, bad things happen when i'm in one... not all the time, mind you, but it seems to be that for each one i've been in, something bad has happend... take the one i owned, for example... it was the first car i ever bought from a dealership, and i was happy about that... however, i only had it for maybe 3-4 months... in july of 97 or 98, i rolled it, completely totalling it... it was the only major accident i've ever had in my 10+ years of driving now... i was driving along a country highway with my sister and our friend Noah (she in the front, he in the back) on our way to get some ice cream before i had to go to work that day. there was a pickup in front of us towing a grain carryer that was going real slow and i was going along at about 60-65, so i started to pass him, not thinking about the fact that it was no passing right there, i reasoned that it was just for a short distance and it would be fine... wrong... it was no passing because it was an intersection, and the guy, without signaling mind you, started to turn left. i did the only thing i can do, and to this day i'm amazed i got out with as little as i did. i slammed on the brakes and veered back to the right, narrowly missing the end of the trailer, and start sliding in the stones on the berm. after i get around the truck, i start to think i'm going to make it, i'm going to be able to pull out of this, when i sideswipe the stop sign at the crossroad, which spun the tracker 180 and sent me into a ditch, flipping it onto it's top. i was the only one wearing a seatbelt. my sister had a mild concussion, i had a big bruse on my chest from the seatbelt and got a cut on my knee when i crawled out the driver side window, and noah got just a small bruise on his hip... the car was totaled, though... no one could believe we weren't hurt more...
what made it even more creepy is that across the road from where we were there were three crosses set up from another accident where the people had died... and while on the way to the hospital, we went past a funeral procession.... i was freaked out by it all...
but that was just one...
the second tracker was noah's (how funny is that?) he had just gotten it and we went out for a little drive, going through fields, things like that, and then were going though this little town we lived near on a road that went under a set of railroad tracks. something looks wrong right away, and when we get closer, we see what. there's a car stopped on the other side of the underpass and a guy lying in the middle of the road with blood everywhere. at first we think the guy got hit by a car, but the only other person there said he had just got there and found him lying on the road like he was. we check the guy and find out he's still breathing at least, he's just unconsious, but we still don't know what happend. so we do all the usual things your supposed to, and not quite supposed to, we had someone call an ambulence and then a group of stood around him staring, not sure what else to do for him. i start looking around, trying to figure out what happend, i saw a can of v8 juice that looked mostly full laying spilled on the ground nearby, and a newspaper there too. then someone mentions that he lives the next street over, just up the tracks, and it all clicks for me. he had gone up to the grocery store on main street to get the v8 and the paper, then was on his way back walking along the tracks, drinking his juice and maybe even reading the paper, when he tripped right at the overpass, and fell over the side, landing head first on the pavement. then he started to wake up... that's a sound and sight i'll never forget... bright red blood pooled all around this guys head, drool and snot running through it, he face all smashed, and he's moaning this deep long groaning moan, trying to stand up while we're all yelling for him to lie still... it's been about 6-7 years and i still see it clear as day...
i ******** hate trackers....
Violet Darkstarr · Mon Dec 20, 2004 @ 06:40am · 1 Comments |
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Goodbye cruel world I'm leaving you today Goodbye goodbye goodbye
Goodbye all you people There's nothing you can say To make me change my mind Goodbye....
Violet Darkstarr · Tue Nov 30, 2004 @ 04:59am · 0 Comments |
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Moronically stupid, yet highly amusing! |
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first, a little background is needed for this one...
i used to live with a complete and psychotic loser... well, i didn't realize she was one at first, but over time it became increasingly apparent she just wasn't quite right in the ******** head, and that's just putting it extreamly mildly... long story short, i eventually got half kicked out, half fed up with dealing with her s**t and left... okay, so i never really got kicked out, she never really wanted me to leave, i was money to her, but if you're going to tell someone to get the ******** out, well damnit, mean it! anyways, when i left i forgot my sewing machine behind. >.< now, despite the fact that she can't sew to save her life, she refuses to let me have it unless i give her $100 that she seems to believe i owe her... this was about 2-3 months back now, and thus the setting of our tale today!
i was at the meijer gas station visiting with my friend Jill who was out there working for the day when she pulls up to get some gas. she comes in and completely ignores me, and to make a point of how much of a b***h she is, i decide to be as pleasant as possible to her...
"Well, hey there, Pat! How you been doing?"
she had been counting out money to prepay for her gas, and just dropped her hands onto the counter and shook her head in disgust, as if she couldn't believe i would be so stupid as to even cast my eyes into her general direction. but, finally, after standing there looking pissed off for a few moments, she finally turns to me and says "Don't you even talk to me, you ******** b***h."
i just kinda smirked at Jill... we were in no way supprised that this is how she would respond, she's that type of person... but this is not the end of our tale! oh no... the best is yet to come! heh...
she leaves to pump her gas while i continue talking with Jill, moving on to more important things, of course, i haven't time to waste on such pettiness (well, unless it's amusing to me... heh). she gets in her car to leave, gets so far as to even have put her seatbelt on, when she suddenly get back out and walks up to the store again to pop her head back in.
"Your sewing maching works great, by the way"
and then she leaves! no doubt feeling incredibly proud of herself (heh heh, that showed her! ******** b***h...)
Jill and i, however, just look at each other and burst out laughing. she had to have been out there for at least a good 8-10 minutes, and that was the best she could come up with... a flat out lie that everyone KNOWS to be a flat out lie (my machine was an incredibly old piece of crap my dad paid $10 for, and, again, she couldn't sew to save her life). and here's the kicker, i don't even ******** CARE about the damn thing anymore... i'm getting a new one for christmas anyways....
good god, i'm so amused by morons ^_^
Violet Darkstarr · Mon Nov 29, 2004 @ 06:23am · 0 Comments |
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Why I ******** HATE Hot Topic.... |
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I met up with my friend Chris again, hadn't seen him in quite a while... he came by after i got off work and after dinner we head off to the mall, just because there was nothing better to do on a saturday night.. heh
so, anyways, we walk in and one of the guy's working there was like "what it is, what it is, my peeps" or some s**t like that... and i just kinda look at him for a good long minute and say don't talk to me like that and start walking off. he starts asking why in a ******** up way, i can't remember exactly what he said, and i tell him cause it's ******** stupid and annoying, and he's starts going on about how hip he is and s**t and i'm like oh yea your so ******** hip you work at ******** hot topic... i was so irritated with everything there i had to leave after two minutes i couldn't stand it...
god DAMN i ******** hate hot topic... >.<
Violet Darkstarr · Sun Nov 28, 2004 @ 05:38am · 0 Comments |
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