cimorene

wax_jism and i possess mutually harmful personalities, without doubt.

also i haven't eaten lunch. o.O apparently that's expected in this house (my parents', that is. weirdos).

i had blueberry pancakes with boysenberry syrup for breakfast, but there were far too few of them. i also had plain pancakes with honey, but again, there weren't enough. a single blueberry pancake was fed to perry*, who trotted around with it in his mouth, whimpering, until i opened the door from the kitchen to the living part of the house and he followed me to the library, where he promptly lay down on the floor under my chair to eat it. with his body on the old beige carpeting that's being ripped up and his head--and the blueberry pancake--over the white and pastel wool area rug that my mom bought in toronto a long time ago.

dad comes into the library. "HEY! he's not allowed to eat that in here."
i look over my shoulder, faking surprise. "oh, perry! you're not allowed to eat that pancake in here!" i carried him into my room to finish it, then let him back in with me.

he's now sleeping blissfully a bit behind me feet.

tralala.

*cutest dog in the universe

[edit: and gip.]