A little about me...


I don't know where they come from but they sure do come...I hope they're coming for me! My name is CatScratchFever1987 (a.k.a. "Scratch") and I am a straight, 22-year-old female. I am a Christian, a Conservative, a mama's girl, and an aspiring mortician. If you do not like any of that, DO NOT READ FURTHER. I sometimes think I'm pretty smart, but sometimes I also reveal the depths of my stupidity. I'm also something of a hypocrite; in spite of my Christian beliefs and upbringing, I enjoy dirty jokes and cuss words.

I like music (as my screenname should suggest), but I'm picky. Don't give me any of that Beyonce shit or Justin Bieber crap--I'm not interested. In fact, I think it will be a happy day when Miley Cyrus either dies or decides to retire from private life. I like the old stuff--Electric Light Orchestra, Elton John, and The Who are my big three. I have many, many others in my little stash of music, however.

I also like to knit, crochet, and sew. I'm trying to get to a point where I'll be able to make my own clothes instead of buying them. I collect dolls and rocks, and take pictures of clouds. I enjoy collecting large, funny-looking rocks and cleaning them up in the kitchen sink. I like freight trains, frogs, children, and cats. I hate spiders, heights, small enclosed spaces, loud thunder, pervy guys, and the bleeding terrorist assholes that want to talk about "Death to America" and all that nonsense.

If you are interested in networking with me elsewhere I have an account on VampireFreaks (RagingMoon1987) and Twitter (Treefrog1987). I also have accounts on Facebook and MySpace, but I hate MySpace and telling you my Facebook page would reveal my real name. If you want to honest-to-God get to know me, Facebook is the way to go. Good luck finding me--you're gonna need it! In fact, don't even bother searching for me on MySpace since I'm never there. I'm in this for friends only--anyone asking me for anything else will be subjected to a long string of insults and a stent in the voodoo lounge. I also am not interested in engaging in some long, drawn-out argument with idiots. We are all entitled to our own opinions, so if you don't like what I wrote, then GO AWAY AND DON'T READ MY POSTS!!! Don't even bother sending me a hot little message about how much you hated the post--I will not read it. Just leave me be and I'll leave you be. This is the real world--not everyone is going to bend over backwards to ensure they will not offend someone.

Go ahead and ask, but you may be very, VERY sorry.

15th February 2012

Okay, try it with a title this time…

…I just posted this, but it wouldn’t pop up so here it is again. *clears throat*

It would be nice to eat chili without beans for once in my life. I hate beans, and I don’t really give a flying fuck if it makes the chili last longer. Since everyone in the family hates leftovers anyway, it shouldn’t really matter how far we can stretch chili. In fact, perhaps the reason why chili with beans lasts longer is because none of us want to eat it, but no one is willing to admit it. Jeez, I hate beans, and yet I must put up with them in my chili because my mother and my sister supposedly both like them. Kind of a two-against-one sort of deal. And yet…when ever it’s a two-against-one against my sister, she usually gets her way anyway! What’s up with that? I can remember times when my mother and I wanted to go to Goodwill, but my sister made a big deal about it and we ended up not going. That’s happened so many times that I don’t even bother to ask anymore.

I love being the one that never gets her way. I simply love it.