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i had this weird dream that turned into a nightmare because i was getting freaked out and i knew it was a dream, but i couldn't remember how to wake up. eventually i turned it into another dream--i was in some little bazaar-place, and i found my dad, and he calmed me down and i managed to wake up. but it was very very freakish.

now that awakeness has set in...:

i have this odd little mental thingy, hidden somewhere in my subconscious, which decrees that i cannot deskankify while sick. sickness is supposed to be skanky. but really, the medicine is the better part of the illness. i don't feel that bad at all. my mouth may already be healed. go, me. to do today: postcard for k'salamander, emails for dorkorific and Ze Steve, story for southpaw526 (and creatch, but i don't know if she wants it). everyone look at the icon i made for southpaw526 because, dammit, it is really really cool.



...because she's not and she is.

doesn't really matter how you feel inside, because life is like a game sometimes:

exactly how much of falling in love is voluntary, anyway? you always feel like you could stop if you wanted to but you 'just don't want to,' but part of willpower is being able to want to, right? can you really stop?

and how can i work this into a story, dammit.

::idly turns over stones lying about in her subconscious by nudging them with her toe::

the malevolump

the oldest cat in our household is nearly 11 years old, and can, on a bad day, barely move at all. she has tiny dainty little toothpick-like paws under a huge round body, and i frequently have to lay my hand on her side or stare at her fixedly to reassure myself that she's really breathing, because she doesn't seem to be.

so a few weeks ago, i called my dog, perry, to eat the rest of a bowl of chicken noodle soup, but because she'd already lumbered to her feet and was in the general vicinity she tried to get some of it. she opened her mouth and that no-noise-becasue-the-vocal-cords-don't-work thing happened, which is so pitiful that i'm forced to fall over giggling. so anyway, perry, much more limber and enthusiastic but a bit less intelligent, came over, tail wagging and tags jingling, and walked right into the bottom of the bowl, splashing soup all over himself, moonbeam, and the floor. he took care of the floor, and i wiped it off him, and moonbeam went to hide and glower from under the table. it wasn't until the next day that i realized the white crusty patch on her side was chicken soup.

so today, i finally filled a juice glass with warm water and got two fingerfuls of antibacterial soap, which i massaged into the short fur of the crusty stuff (short because she can't groom the middle of her back and has to be shaved). then i poured warm water on until it trickled down her side and puddled on the floor. i mopped it up with a dish rag. she blinked inquisitively, and finally wobbled to her feet to let me dab the rest of the dampness off her.

all clean!

all in a day's work, folks. ::takes a bow::

[edit: i should probably address this icon to certain people. let me just say that i hope vicious kittens jump out from under hall tables and latch onto their ankles, gnawing, and draw blood and stuff. and then sally backs over their houses with a combine tractor. because yes. back the fuck off.]

telemarketry gets pretty lame

when the recording you're using for it is not even very high quality. actually, it gets REALLY lame when that's the case, yes. guh.

and also, i'm getting tired of liquid and gooey foods, so i made beef broth for lunch that my mom put lemon basil in? it was a mistake. whether it was just too MUCH lemon basil, i don't know, but evidently basil and i don't get along. ::makes a note::

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i'm entirely to attached to this song.

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a new icon gip, keyword 'the enchanting moi.' i haven't had a pic of me that would make a good icon for quite a while.

in my and holls' long-standing tradition of creating cute, snappy little descriptors and slogans tha

hollsk: I think it looks like a secret agent pose
cim thing: ah, good. sounds better than 'whore' ;-)
cim thing: there, i gip'd it.
cim thing: pretty icon.
hollsk: Secret Agent: Its better than whore!
cim thing: YES!

more in the saga of the bitch-to-be-squished:

kwirbx: yeah, what's the deal with the combine tractor? does she own one?
cim thing: oh, sally has her little ways.

cim thing: now i want an icon of sally with a combine tractor
hollsk: *LOL*
cim thing: dressed in, like, kitten ears and a teddy

southpaw526: some people really suck. ...i don't do that.
cim: yeah. well. and i don't either, but then, i'm not insane ...i think
naina: hey, i'm kinda counting on the thought that i'm not insane myself!
cim: yeah. good! we're mutually sane
naina: as far as we know. cheers!