Stupid macaroni and cheese...

So, I'm supposed to be getting mac'n cheese from downstairs for my mom to have. But a) I'm too lazy to get up and b) the basment freaks me out.
Ya know those medevil dungeouns? (Not sure if I spelt 'dungeoun' right.. sorry if I didn't) Well, our basment is like that. We have a moat (literally), the walls are made of stone and it's all cobwebby. Creeps me out down there.
So I'm refusing to go get it. I'm sure I'll get yelled at when she gets back but I really don't want to go down there.
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Right now it 's thunder and lightning out, and I want to go outside but my sister will totally freak on me. It's like 4:33 p.m. here and I've done nothing all day. Except for looking for my cat... under my parent's bed. I honestly haven't seen my cutie cat for like three days, I've seen my sister's fat blob of a cat but I haven't seen my anorexic cat. No joke, my cat is all skin and bones. I think it's because Amanda's blobby cat, Scampers, eats all the food before Roo but whatever...
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My kitty cat Lynx-Rufus Clayden Daniel Vinnie
Lynx-Rufus is Latin for 'wildcat'. <3
Isn't he cute?? He turned three on June 19.
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So if you wanna leave me a one-shot you worked hard on or a poem (I'm not in the mood for full-fledged stories) leave me the title and I'll read it, and leave a comment.
Anyone got any ideas for me so that I don't waste the whole rest of my evening?
Thanks!
Forever & Always,
Miss Rachael