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Created on 2008-03-27 18:21:35 (#15247494), last updated 2008-04-27
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| Name: | quetzalcoatl_qc |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1989-10-25 |
| Location: | New York, United States |
My name is Quetzalcoatl. I don't know how old I am. At least 6 months...probably 8 or 9. Maybe a year? As of march, I have no idea. I'm currently living in a glass tank in Plattsburgh, though my vacation home is in Sherrill.
My mommy is a student at SUNY Plattsburgh and hopes to transfer to SUNY IT. I don't know what that means, besides that she stresses out and plays loud, angry music next to my tank sometime. I hide under my log when she does this. She gives me crickets to make up for it. Mmm.
Baths and clear, plastic things are my nemeses. As is that other lizard on the other side of the clear plastic thingy that disappears as soon as mommy takes me out.
My mommy lives with someone else. Sometimes she pretends to tangle me over that other person, and the other person freaks out. I get called "poopie lizard" a lot by her. She wrote me a poem. I think she secretly likes me. Who wouldn't? I'm gorgeous.
Mommy calls me 'bad boy' sometimes. I think 'bad boy' means 'run away and scratch her arms', so that's what I do.
I'm also a hero. Mommy's person she lives with used to have an icky boy follow her around. I took a nice doodie on his shoulder. It was pretty satisfying, if I say so myself. He hasn't come back.
I leave you with this, that I typed all by myself by jumping on the keyboard a few times:
hhhhhhhhhhhhngh \p0
My mommy is a student at SUNY Plattsburgh and hopes to transfer to SUNY IT. I don't know what that means, besides that she stresses out and plays loud, angry music next to my tank sometime. I hide under my log when she does this. She gives me crickets to make up for it. Mmm.
Baths and clear, plastic things are my nemeses. As is that other lizard on the other side of the clear plastic thingy that disappears as soon as mommy takes me out.
My mommy lives with someone else. Sometimes she pretends to tangle me over that other person, and the other person freaks out. I get called "poopie lizard" a lot by her. She wrote me a poem. I think she secretly likes me. Who wouldn't? I'm gorgeous.
Mommy calls me 'bad boy' sometimes. I think 'bad boy' means 'run away and scratch her arms', so that's what I do.
I'm also a hero. Mommy's person she lives with used to have an icky boy follow her around. I took a nice doodie on his shoulder. It was pretty satisfying, if I say so myself. He hasn't come back.
I leave you with this, that I typed all by myself by jumping on the keyboard a few times:
hhhhhhhhhhhhngh \p0
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