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.

On dolls and dolly clothes and loneliness (not necessarily in that order)…

…so it seems my grandmother is in the process of checking out. As I’ve said in prior posts I have two grandmothers still; one’s nice, the other’s a bitch, and the bitchy one’s the one dying. My aunt from Kansas City is here and we haven’t seen or spoken to her in about three years. Nor have we really had anything positive to say about her. And now, all of a sudden my mother wants to spend all her time with the woman. She went to the nursing home yesterday around nine a.m. to drop off some earrings (a job that should take fifteen minutes at most) and she stayed the whole fucking day! My sister had to shell out her hard-earned money to buy food.

That brings us to today, which is Sunday. My mother and my sister went to church (I stayed in). Church let out approximately forty-five minutes ago…and they’re STILL NOT HOME!!! Since my aunt went to church I’m willing to bet they went out to that stupid nursing home AGAIN to waste time there when they could be home enjoying their weekend!!! Add to that the fact that we don’t have a crumb of food in the joint and I’m starving, and I still haven’t got my license so I can’t go get something. Oh wait…there are bagels in the refrigerator…and just as soon as I toast one up they’ll come waltzing in with food and appologize for being late and expect me to say “that’s okay.” And yet if I’m the one appologizing it’s usually “sorry doesn’t feed the bulldogs.” But that’s off-topic.

On the other hand my prediction about Lalaloopsy clothes has been somewhat off the mark. We did take a trip out of town on Friday to a Super Wal-Mart, and they had two outfits there. They had a set of blue jammies and a swimsuit, and when my sister goes to Texas this week I’m gonna see if I can’t drag my mother away from that nursing home, and go and fetch them. The swimsuit didn’t get great reviews on Amazon, but then again people are able to review toys and gadgets based on stupid criteria such as their “eco-friendliness” or their “ability to teach female empowerment.” I can remember back during the Greedypeace boycott of Barbie dolls one silly person went to every Barbie doll gave them a one-star rating because she wasn’t eco-friendly. Uh, who gives a flying fuck if she’s eco-friendly? Does she make little girls happy? Is she durable? Is she fun? If the answer is yes then phooey on her ecological impact.

Same is true of any doll, it Barbie, Lalaloopsy, Bratz, or anything like that. If my child likes a toy and I can guarantee that s/he will play with it, then s/he gets it and to hell with Mother Earth. But I’m probably never having kids so no problem.

So my family decided to come in, and they’ve brought rotissarie chicken with them. I adore rotissarie chicken. We’ll see how long they stay home, heh-heh.